Sipping a little bit of vodka, he was reading kafka
He chewed a lemon, to swallow down his demon
His goggles had vapour, while that food waited for him to savour
With each shot, he fell more into thought
His eyes glittered while his fingers flittered
Beads on his forehead had many things to say.. but he kept my gaze at bay
He is a no one, yet he seemed so familiar
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