What is your supreme truth, old codger?

Don't I exist?

Am I a grapefruit?

Jingle the change in your pocket, tell me how hungry you are.

I vomit on you, surfing fool! Swallowed by your pride,

I will reclaim you for our death in styrofoam.

Crying will not help you, this scythe is no friend of Mercy.

You've lost your head, old codger! Pick it up, for all your philosophies!

You bleed on me! I vomit back!

My bile is your friend, my intestines spilling onto your back,

Welcome home, old codger,

Friend of mine.