The Curse

I am cursed.

So very cursed.

Everywhere I go,
everything I do,
every sight I see,
every scent I smell,
everything I touch,
is blessed.

I don't know which
evil witch
put this spell on me,
but I want to
thank her.

I want to
worship
the ground she
hovers
over.

I want to
kiss
the warts
all over her body.

I want to
live
in her saggy breasts
and squirt
all those
who cross
her wicked
path.

Everyone
deserves
to be this
cursed.

All they have to do
is
be open
to recieve
a lil bit
of sour
milk.