Danielle Metro Poem by Pierre Rausch

Danielle Metro, I have to learn
You're the most beautiful
Why don't you tip?

When you gash upstairs
When I see trace
Why don't you allow

Misses Willing;
Meanwhile, meanwhile, in a seesaw situation,
in a trench-coat,
These that there are, the tops of an inlay
Danielle Willing, forward these letters to
the courier, in The meanwhile to process
“awkward to burnish, awkward not to banish”,
polish, top secret, secret, headline

Danielle Willing,
Don't you ever sell the toys that doesn't fit?
Don't you ever buy the toys that doesn't fit?
You're not closer, I bid on the Magma-train,
are you closer? Allow me

Oh, honey, honey, honey;
In the city, back in that ground
Would you come back, should it be
That it shouldn't be, that's no lane
Top secret, in the beginning
It wasn't celled in a thought
Before his pitch was shaking in sieve, closer
Allow me
Danielle Metro, allow me