May the sorrows of your mother, sevenfold
on you, her bastard son, be bestowed
Raped by a rabid dog on a moonlit night
Upon discovering reality with the morning light . . .
Your mother lived―the poor dog died of fright
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The assignment in my college creative writing class was to write a “curse”. My graduate TA felt it worthy.