Ndbyc Poem by Pierre Rausch

Not of half the leitmotiv to trail
Or the chaos relieve you sail
Tomatoes encoded first hand
Outpost allegetion land
Revolutions comprehend their time
In aces is born your slime
Over a louzy card, that broken bone
Us inmidst two minutes or a stone
Shake it calm, you are alone

Nets in limelight spined
Of any intention of sleazy rhyme
Talent out a purple heart
Or a couple of free parts
Red curtain nights and self made snacks
It feels like I had to put in paper bags
Okker quite rightly to
Uncle pyramid couldn't think how to
Stick the cat in running shoes

It's in my range, concentrate
It's in my range, concentrate
It's in my range, concentrate
Notorious days before you came