Kafka’s Roach Hotel

Years ago
About thirty
I saw the beast first
And wrote him off for fairy tales
Now
Feeling lost 
Existentially dirty
Long, long past my worst
I see the monster's self avail
To my woe-
ful disarray
Mediocrities parching thirsts
Quenched, sophomoric tyro's fail
Better off
My loved ones’d be
My recollection terse
Banished
Illusory cabins in conceptual vales

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