Pestilence

Fell out of bed upon my head After dreaming I snapped this thread Sorrow whispers filled me with dread As I pondered what lied ahead Stubbed my toe on a soul laid low His wounded tale filled me with woe Such remote hopes dashed long ago The mountaineer climbed a plateau Could not command my quaking hand Raging from that pineal gland Toiling through such mortal demand So my liver could turn to sand I spied a flea chowing foul brie These perked insects still torture me His scissor mouth tossed up a plea Begging for some Omega-3 Blood spurted out from the sink spout Surely there's no pathogen drought Orders of saints began to shout Till my bathroom was deemed devout Fire and turmoil sparked up to broil As my kitchen became the foil That cursed stove offered boiling oil While all the food began to spoil Locusts and bees prepared a squeeze Hoping to plant me on my knees While they consumed fodder with ease Their hairy legs proffered disease Brats from the crown gathered around To point fat fingers towards the ground Corruption scrambled to surround Yet quests for truth shoved most profound That dreary day begged me to slay To make those ancients start to pay For tearing down this brave hideaway And quashing our civil foray You served as mage to quell my rage Urging my logic to engage The loyal keeper with his cage So the fresh page can guide as sage