Message To a Pharmaceuticals King

You’re such a nasty bugger, You slumming, scheming lout, No conscience or misgiving, No arguing about! And when next time I see you, Sucking on the poor, I’ll give to You no quarter, you shameless Writhing whore. To you people are just profits, You stinking rotten rat, I’d love to squash your laurels With my old ash cricket bat! Drugs are for the sick, not For pockets to be lined, To be in this type of business, You really must be kind So take your profit margins And income streams and like, And point yourself at nearest cliff While tied on to your bike HURRAH!