Crawls across the ceiling
Bottle brown back
Cigar thick
Resting in reposé
As my guest sits
Perilously below
Bright white teeth chattering
Honey hair tossing
Eyes on me
Eyes on me
Eyes on me
Don't look up
I can't bear it
A drip of sweat
(A drip of fear)
Melts along my cheek
As Kafka
Scrambles back
Into the vent
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you.

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