I curse you.
Upon the consumption
of your Captain Crunch donut
your bowels will seize up.
From then on all you'll be able to pass
will be small unsatisfying
rabbit pellets.
Every car you drive will break down
the orange check engine light
will haunt you whichever wheel you are behind.
All of your socks will have holes
all your shoes will stink
all your shirts will have pit stains.
Your business will wither
employees and co-workers will see you
as the infant you are and desert you.
Your wife will discover you a budger
you will never sense anything amiss
but forever she will nurse a quiet contempt.
Your children will realize the ideal of fairness
you attempted to instill
was but vacant posturing.
And at the moment of your death
like a thunderclap
you will know yourself a coward.
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