The Evil Eye

I traveled to the Evil Eye
and asked it nicely: lift the curse
but things have simply gotten worse
this I can no longer deny

this morning, when I dropped my toast
it landed on the butter side
I could have stripped it of its hide
this Evil Eye, and made a roast

and yesterday, I hit my knee
when getting up from my own desk
I wished for fates grim and grotesque
on this damned Eye, for all to see

my market moves keep failing still
the thing goes up, and I go down
I've noticed, I'm met with a frown
the Evil Eye must have a shill

persistent is, this Evil Eye
this I can no longer deny
this incantation, writ in verse
perhaps it'll rid me of my curse

Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2795290-Break-on-Through.....Surrealism-and-Dadaism