April Fool

The seed was bad, ergo the blossom
I knew how to say in Lungworm or Latin
as if I were born to the manner.

A pound is a pound, Bloke, the rent was due
I paid with a love song, absent love,
and they named me a gastromancer

but how I wish my stomach had purred
and fur balls had covered my tongue
inasmuch frogs now live in my throat.

So bless me, Father, before I croak.
Bleistein never had slime in his eye.
I don't really know beginning from end.
April is kind, but something is cruel.