The Curse of the Wicked Man
Wicked, wretched, worthless man—
Away from us as fast as you can!
With these symbols of your energy impure,
We cast our spell so we'll be sure.
No more NASCAR—Budweiser banished!
Your memory and pain will all soon vanish.
By the time our little chant is through,
We'll no longer be thinking of you.
Keep your distance or face our curse!
It starts with a rash, but it gets worse.
Bee stings, bed sores, and a rabid dog bite.
May your teeth be yellow and your hair be white.
And one parting shot, although perverted—
May your pecker become inverted!
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