Just a Thought

If wishing on stars made any sense,
and there was any truth to it.
I would wish with all my twisted words
to have been born in an era,
like Viking times,
where all that was required of me was
to have a rocking hair do,
have sex daily, and the bonus:-
If you don’t like someone you just set them on fire,
or pull their lungs out and drape them
over their shoulders.
After cracking their rib cage open.
Pagan shedding of blood, to
wind down the day.
Marvelous.