kafka esque
Do
What you really want to do
Be
What you really want to be
And don’t let
Anyone stop you
I won’t let
Anyone stop you
See
What you really want to see
Feel
What you really want to feel
You are
Such a piece of work
You are
Such a pile of dirt
You know what to say
How to piss me off
How to read off the statistics
How to flame the mosque
But I might know of something
That you might’ve forgot
A piece of something broken
That you left here to rot
Know
What you really to know
Think
What you really to think
But I can’t
Always be around
And I can’t
Always be profound
Waste
Whatever you want to waste
Throw
Whatever you want to throw
Just promise
To always be my friеnd
Promise
To never lеt this end
I finally read your book
Thought it Kafka esque
But all I’ve ever read
Is metamorphosis
So take what I am saying
With a grain of salt
And whatever may happen
It is not my fault