Discombobulated

The migraine maniac
muscled in on me.
That asshole took my
evening away.
Strong armed into unconsciousness.
Nightmares of people in white
marching on the neighborhood.
It wasn't good.
They stole my van,
and left an old man
yodeling The Gambler on
my lawn with my children.
My garage furniture
tumbled in to the alley
and was smashed to bits by
an old lady riding a piano.
Poor tables, desks and dressers
never asked for such punishment.
The fireman showed up
and took my stolen vehicle report.
There is irony in that.
My kids were chased by
a litter of black striped cats
and old Kenny Rogers
outstayed his welcome.
Curse you, Migraine Maniac!