Kafka woke to find he’d turned to Putin.
“To hell with all these bugs, let’s start some shootin’!”
Though Metamorphosis was on his brain,
he opted instead to attack Ukraine.
Killing civilians might be wrong and vile,
but he had not one thought about a Trial.
But Franz felt waging war became a hassle,
and wished that he was back home at the Castle.
Transition was a worrisome occurrence.
He wished he’d go back to selling insurance.
War and its hell turned out to be a bother,
worse than his relationship with his father.