I hope the sun blisters your perfect
size nose.
I hope you get lost and never find
your way back to her arms.
I hope lightening strikes your balls
and leprosy finds a home in your penis.
I hope jiggers infest you tongue so
you no longer enjoy your meals.
I hope the police confuse you for a
terrorist. I hope your only escape be to
the Chalbi desert where even the scorpions detest your presence.
I hope you slip and fall into a deep
sewer and spend a month trying to swim out. I hope then, even death rejects
you.
I hope you encounter pirates on that
cruise you spend seven years saving for. I hope they offer your skin as
sacrifice to their ancient gods. I hope they marry wives from cannibal tribes.
I hope they offer your fattened belly as
dowry.
