Hex

Here's a poem that was inspired by my teasing a fellow coworker while she was feeling under the weather. I predicted since I was poking fun at her situation, that I'd be stricken with her illness. That night, my body had to fight off symptoms of the flu.  That got me thinking just how much power the mind has. Unless of course, she really did try to put a hex on me. This one's for you Laura. 

Hex

By Nomar Knight

You snickered when I said I was ill

As if I had swallowed a bitter pill

My lips curled in disgust

Beware of who you trust

It's not nice to step on the defenseless

For that you'll pay with your senses

Upon seeing your image on the mirrored wall

One by one your teeth shall fall

And your skin will shrivel and wrinkle

Every hour you'll run to sprinkle

Buzzing bees and fruity flies

Will burst your skin and bug your eyes

Around your nose a wart will grow

Releasing snot with continuous flow

And constant breath that smells funky

Will make you appear as if a junky

Your friends will fade away for good

Steal your money like Robin Hood

So next time you poke fun of me

I'll scratch your face and bust your knee

All without a single touch

My witchery spells work in a clutch

For I am from the stronger sex

Mess with me and suffer my hex

©2011 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.

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