Genises II

My routine was infested,
my foreseen was arrested,
my children, they attested,
my mentality's decline.

My up time filled with drab,
my down time filled with flab,
my wind chime hailed a cab,
and sipped on too much wine.

Exhausted from the week,
some relaxation seek,
lulled to a fitful sleep,
by telly's fickle glow.

I dreamed my mind was filled
with psychedelic pills
that swirled and sapped my will
and drained my mindful flow.

I dreamed my swollen head,
a pitcher full instead;
tipped to the side it bled
and spilled onto the floor.

The liquid seeped and spawned,
distilled a thoughtful pond,
a magic cleansing balm,
that soothed into my pores.

Much later I awoke,
my stressful fever broke,
my daughter gave a poke,
concern was in her eyes.

I sat straight up alert,
I gasped and then I blurt!
The carpet was a spurt
of multi-colored dyes!