My Curses Upon the Nigerian Scammer/Spammer
 

You thief of precious cyberspace--
You thief of sacred public space--

Here is my first curse upon you:
May your inner soul know 
Repentance so deep that you will vomit forcefully, and
Retch so forcefully that in your heart of hearts 
You will wish that you were dead.

Here is my second curse upon you:
May your children curdle inside your whore's womb, for
You would never lie with a decent woman.

Here is my third curse upon you:
May your hands and feet be afflicted with gout, and
All sorts of warts and ailments too awful
To behold and endure, and
May both your hips know true sciatic pain.  

In truth, I do not wish you well.

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James Bolner, Sr. ©2004