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Morrissey Pens Poetic Apology To South America

"I can't give words to the sorrow I feel at the loss of perfect Peru."
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After a case severe food poisoning, Morrissey has been forced to cancel two shows in Peru, as well as postpone a string of concert dates in Chile that were scheduled to kick off a South American tour.

The singer has once again taken to leading Moz fan site True to You to pen a poetic apology to fans affected by the tour shake-up in a post titled “See the luck I’ve had,” a reference to lyrics from the Smiths’ “Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want.” It goes almost without saying, the statement is as dramatic as the man himself.

“I can’t give words to the sorrow I feel at the loss of perfect Peru. Oh, black cloud,” Morrissey’s statement begins.After such a victorious and uplifting welcome of Lima love, the contaminated jinx had its way via a simple restaurant meal of penne pasta and tomato. Three hours later, both I, and security Liam have collapsed with a deadly and delirious bedridden disease.”

“Morrissey and an entourage of about eight people ate at a restaurant that we had not recommended, with regrettable consequences,” said Rodrigo Perez, Morrissey’s Chilean concert promoter to Radio Cooperativa (via Daily Mail). “Within hours, all of them fell sick with severe gastric problems.”

This South American incident is only the latest in a series of health issues that have plagued Morrissey over the last year, with the singer canceling most of his most recent North American tour after battling double pneumonia, Barrett’s Esophagus and a bleeding ulcer along the way.

Morrissey’s statement, in full:

“I can’t give words to the sorrow I feel at the loss of perfect Peru. Oh, black cloud. After such a victorious and uplifting welcome of Lima love, the contaminated jinx had its way via a simple restaurant meal of penne pasta and tomato. Three hours later, both I, and security Liam have collapsed with a deadly and delirious bedridden disease. Five days of round-the-clock medical supervision just barely controls the corrosively toxic food poisoning. I know my luck too well. Sorrow replaces joy, and in every dream home a heartache. It could only be me.

I have returned to Los Angeles and to the expert supervision of my doctor Jeremy Fine, who assures me that I shall be fine (although not in the gossamer, powdery sense) for our upcoming shows in Argentina and Brazil. I have absolutely no idea where my beloved Chile has gone. In the heat of cancellations and postponements, the humiliation and mortification I feel on a personal level is too mammoth to be measured. If my spirits climb down any lower I could never again find the dignity to stand upright. We all live at the mercy of biological chance, and although I am not one to take refuge in clichés, I repeat my very servile apologies to any and all who back-packed their way to Peru. Alas, the dark shadow made the same journey.

Each year of life brings us nearer to our decline, but I will continue to seek a listener until I’m dead in a ditch.”

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