Because he went to three tanning booths every day.
Microwaved his liver.
Lobsters
dance along his magnetic lines.
Radio waves tell him to harvest magnetrons.
He is the
patron saint of pawn shops.
Beef salesmen beat on his door.
Angels
love thunderstorms, like birthday cake in the wind.
He has a cherry pie and hawaiian punch migraine.
The spam
sketch from Monty Python runs through his head.
It's festive like a tow truck. Flash, flash.
Lawyers
follow him, think he snorted asbestos.
They want him to have mesothelioma.
Nigerians
have his bank account number.
They will send him money.