Hard, Sad Poem by Pierre Rausch

Their defense was not good that night
Whichever city you enter, it's dumb, it's right
It's unusual now, this, is not spoiled
To believe is wrong
And then you are down

You come down
And now it's a change, absolutely pearly
It's about having good times
Writing songs for groupies
Soft songs a safer theme, absolutely pearly
Hard, Sad

Where ends vulture
“Culture stone”
Do everything if you can

It's secure and silent
Have something
Nigeria came to door
And collapsed