Ambulance Chasers

Ambulance chasers,
we all know a few.
They're first on the scene
when your crash is brand new.
They race down the road
to come close and gawk.
They smell blood and guts
like a circling hawk.
With sugar-coated tounges,
God, the questions they ask.
Their adrenaline rush,
being first with the facts.
Insincere faces
get off on your pain.
If you give them a fix,
you won't see them again.
They're high as a kite
as they rush home to tell.
"She's crying and crazy,
she looks just like hell".
Ambulance chasers
are tragedy whores.
If you see one coming,
pull the blinds, lock the doors.