Me and Kafka's Niece
When I woke up this morning
I was not in my bed.
I found myself instead
Inside Franz Kafka's head.
He started Metamorphosis,
I thought, 'What is this?'"
There was no panic
I just sat back and watched
A master at his craft
Until my plan was botched.
He noticed me
Inside his head
As he finished up.
He sneezed me out as
I rolled down his pen and
His niece sure picked me up.
We've lived together, happily,
Me and Kafka's niece,
Ever since that one weird day
I shot out of Kafka's sneeze.
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