Ode to an arsehole - (comes with a disclaimer.)

May your genitals itch like wildfire & your knob never harden,
May the heat from the day turn you to mush like the last rotten melon in the garden,
May every deceitful, deceptive word you say turn to ashes on your tongue and you choke,
May you be too stupid to see that it's actually you behind the dramas, the mirrors and the smoke,
May huge acheing, puss-filled boils sprout up ; popping and fizzing all over your face,
May you have the breath of a camel & body fungus in many a hard to itch place,
May your teeth ache so badly that it's so hard for you to think,
May it turn you drink in your rising fetid stink,
May your words have no power and turn to dust,
May your gigolo persona lose all its shine and turn to rust,
May all your bully-boy tactics backfire,
May all your words show your truth as a liar,

***Warning: Never under any circumstances stand under a full moon and recite this poem whilst thinking of the one that wronged you! -The next time you see them you will feel really bad !