Final (other poem- Irish curse)

To the lady in the food industry who banished us from her diner

I hope you get eaten by a carnivore.
And be denied food when you wanted more.
May you find a ticking bomb in your bed,
And may you find your mother lying dead

May you get in a car accident on the highway
After you are all alone on St. Valentines Day.
And may you lose your dog at a park,
And get eaten by a big white shark.

I hope fall head first into a well,
And be crying as you make your way to hell.
May you swallow a fly when you ride your bike,
And be around too many people you really don’t like.

You’re an evil, evil lady, I thought you should know
Me and my friends will never ever let it go.
You’ll be a story told at every party we attend
And may it be your down fall, your bitter end