Joseph Poem by Pierre Rausch

That name carries you
Is purified as you
Takes care when you declare
You'll build your world with mine paired
The 4 horns, the golden altar
Where souls will be freed of the scars
To bicycle grenilla ice scream
Disguised clown in blue jeans
Legs crossed, while all the bike rides
Rehearse steps from some dancing guide
Bang head-under over-stage
Bow down to these guitar mage
This in silly words' copy-sage
Doesn't matter which position agrees
On cover of some live Paris CD
Broken hair nor cut hair
Can understand what the end is
So guess I love my friends
A Olympia, sadness to see