I Met This Girl Poem by Pierre Rausch

Trying to be of help
Disguised in latex
The buttons don't work
Swallowed to quick
Or too slow by the other way round
Smarter then the most of them
Something homemade
To feel as much as possible
And made it to the streets
Somehow disqualified to fight
I thought to all of this
Look there, look the larch
I lived just in sight
In constant occurrence
The corridor incident
To the last moment
Still getting visits