To You, Unkind Sir!
To the owner of the minivan conveniently blocking my exit:
May the sweat of a thousand footballers invade your nostril
May the sound of a truck hooter invade your thoughts so shrill
May you freely step into the dung of hundred elephants
May your journey be accompanied by a thousand chants
May your daybreak end in a two kilometer traffic standstill
May your thoughtlessness be repaid in proper and full
May your windscreen need cleaning at every stop
May a red paintbucket on your bald head drop
May you be mooned by a tribe of impis
May a hundred roosters awaken you tomorrow
May your every step result in a wish
A wish that you never blocked my exit!
Copyright © Fathima Dawood | Year Posted 2008
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