So this guy unscrewed my heart again
And all the nuts in my sense clattered to the floor
I was angry at myself for falling prey, again
So I reported him to God, and I prayed
I prayed rosy mornings and sated nights
I prayed for him more shiny Getzner
I prayed he wouldn’t have to eat Kuka every breakfast
I prayed beans will stop messing with his stomach
So that he could finally eat moi-moi without offending the air
I prayed his laundry man will stop burning his Kaftan trousers
And his boss will stop making him handle the photocopier
I prayed against ants biting his tender skin
Because it was a really pitiful sight when he’ll itch
I prayed all the good for him
Not because I’ll forget and forgive
But because the last time he did me bad
I prayed on him everything bad
And the exact opposite happened to him.