ah kafka, sweet kafka

what if u woke up one day

& u looked exactly like adolph hitler

in a shiny black outfit

w/silver accessories

that never could come off

o the townspeople would hate u

& yr wife (who sd it

didnt matter)

           even yr wife

when she kissed

that little mustash

would remember her loss

& wd not weant to kiss that

little black mustash

that would never come off

ever again

& adolph (jeez! thats

not even his name

no one here remembers

his name

        he just left one day

but no one remembered

his leaving either

no one looked at him

any more any way

& later deep in the forest

was found some silver buttons

a shank of bone

some hair

but they never 

cd find

that little black mustash

& some say

up to this very day

in the dark woods

there is a gnome-like

creature that wanders there

staring at the ground

who dances a curious jig

& as he shuffles about

he sings this curious song:

"oh i cant sing

& i cant dance

but i got a mustash

in my pants"

Tony Scibella