I wished he woulda
Lightened up and lived a little,
Wrote a treatise and taught me how to do it too.
Couldn’t hack it,
A psychiatrist helped him see tomorrow —
Wonder if he’s still waiting for Godot.
Felt the angst of Gregor Samsa —
A man morphed giant insect —
But he, like Josef K., just wanted peace and rest.
© 2017 The Wasted Love Song
In response to: napowrimo, day fourteen (clerihew)
A clerihew is a four line biographical poem that satirizes a famous person.