Bugging Operation (Hesitate) Poem by Pierre Rausch

Front garden on instincts - bunbelabela
Front court and grief
Obsessed with the big guys
The strut and charm

Knock the janitor
Wello, hesitations
See in my mind's eye

Scatter the corn evenly
Thereafter
Quasi
His inferior eye

It wouldn't rest, he can't leave
So done da
If he continues, I've grown
Baleybaley
Seek the engaged a janitor
Freedom, clue
Protective, she'd say
Nothing she would not give

Wello bay, Truant mid-life,
Tell Particles, the city breathes,
To give you, it's running the way,
Rent a token building, fish chandler,

I'm no weel – Baley Baley
Almost in merry mood
When you joined at night - they had you
And those they had, they had