Kafka lands resurrected in Crewe
deposited by a silvery alien craft,
And whilst he is wondering what to do
He is asked to show his pass
Or pay an instant one off fine
At a cash dispenser of his choice
And they are checking all the time
On his irises face and voice.And of course they find that he is not,
They discover he just cannot be there,
Although he seems as if he is visible,
And has hands and toes and hair,
If he is not on the Great Data Bank,
He plainly and simply cannot be,
He is not list.