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Plaything Of The Great God Kafka

Oh, no! Not again!
Everything going fine
Then great god Kafka wakes up
In his heaven
And decides to take charge of writing the script of my life
Yet again
Out of control
You name it

A friendly colleague
Suddenly a bitter foe
No reason

A triumph
Turned to failure
By a desperate panic attack

A truthful criticism
Where truth is not welcome
Leading to dismissal

It has to be Kafka
The great god of me
Stirring from his comfort sleep
To meddle mischievous for a while
Before letting me go again
To regain a small degree of self-assurance
Before once again pulling the rug
For another pratfall
To make me world's top prat

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Roald Dahl


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