A Prayer

This is a prayer. I'd like to wish Governor Wallace of Alabama a five-car accident with no survivors, slow ambulance with four flat tires and no spare, a junkie doctor with a 200 dollar a day habit, with a gorilla on his back, a rusty scalpel in his hand as he's operating on the governor, and the hospital is burning down on top of the operating table, and frozen fire hydrants from Alabama to Nova Scotia, and if they ever thaw out, muddy water in his coffin. Other than that, godspeed, may lightning strike him in the heart 88 times, just before some hungry hydrophobia-filled possums chewed through his expensive coffin for something strange to eat. Amen. Thank you, friends, you could applaud out loud here.