Duke Of Kafka

There between the left me hanging haystacks I was, as I finally noticed the buzz, of their chirping sounding musts. I was just a mere resting rock brother of Beethoven bust,

Away from my phone, during my brilliant valiant come in alone, I made their sounds in their “forest-the-home”, my valentine, it was time to notice what was on their Kafkaesque mind.

With a “crazy Kafka” and an audacious huzzah

There I was giving their “work song” a label

Inside the ism of dada

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

They weren’t quite screaming but I puffed and appeared again pulling a Houdini

Against their noise I was leaning

I might’ve been dreaming

I was the golem

My heart was stolen

I made their team of collective sound the Duke of Kafka

I was the with freedom now earl of dancing now-then feeling hotter

Their work song for me became the Duke of Earl

Inside the “esque-of-burl”

I made their saving me song mine, a musical world like they so grand was hard to find

No longer was their work song sound random

My genes had the answer

All I could do so mean, was become a chandler

I being sibylline-cryptic armed left and right my phone

No longer stressed with my light-star-lone, I really came in alone

It was the day of stuff so mystic and the Kafkaesque almighty dollar, oh bother,

Their mighty ferocious forest being was my father

One “cricket” pushing and receding, in the mode of heated

intercepted one of the floating fruits it was a completion

I just had to beat it

I ran towards the west at Bright Phoebus

-        Avalon Dakota

-        9/22/24

-        12:05pm

Duke Of Kafka