Darn Wish List

There ought to be an 11th Commandment,
Thou shalt wish for nothing -
including dying too early or too late.
Just accept the appointed hour is ripe

And don't wish for Christmases past, either,
Especially don't wish to reunite with your first fling
It didn't work then, last then.
Why would it now?

If, Sir or Madam, you desire nothing,
would nothing ever disappoint?
Neither wish to be 16 again,
a deja vu no one deserves.

Have you noticed that people who tend to sigh frequently,
frequently are cancer ridden. Damn wish lists
they don't get over.  As I said,  there ought to be
an 11th Commandment,

tattooed on everybody's forehead
in blinking circuitry, too boot!