“ Away with the Fairies”

monday was fairly moderate
i wrote a mundane poem
had breakfast, dinner and tea in the right order
but then I lost tuesday and wednesday
I was away with the fairies
a black bag over my head
I woke up a slave in a fairy factory
in the wood chopping dept for 48 hours
winter threatens
I told myself this can't be happening
but as usual I wouldn't listen
personally I don't remember a thing
I found a press release in my pocket
looks around nervously
....from the fairies....
it says

we regret any inconvenience
keep taking the tablets

I watched in the mirror
as I searched frantically for the tablets
I saw myself find another bottle
the idea of emigrating to the fairies territory faded
I remembered banging my head on their low doors
and slaving in the wood dept
then celebrated my freedom
repeatedly