[Les Waste]

Haiku, I hope someone runs over you as you're crossing the street, staring at the sun trying to figure out where it goes at night, and if your hunch that it is a giant god of fire is true or not. I hope the resulting injuries severe your spine so you become just like Stephen Hawking, except since you don't have enough money to afford a talking wheelchair operated by your eyelids, the only way you'll be able to communicate with your idiot, white-trash relatives will be to blink once for no and twice for yes.

I also hope that you live 114 after said accident with the ability to move only your eyelids, but that's a seperate wish altogether, you dumbass cunt.