A Specialist For The Dazzling Future Poem by Pierre Rausch

They were cool about it
It's like an attachment
Something that's been before
I couldn't find a matching pair

We have always been a family- centered company
Your grandma picked it out herself
Or brandish a bazooka
Manufacturing the sales

All right. A specialist for the dazzling future
A light flashed in my head
It turned out that she was posh
In discussing last night, we were both OK

A plastic crate had been left outside
Flickering away and swinging down
Tiny pistons on an incredible engine
It had set off again

All right. A specialist for the dazzling future
A light flashed in my head
It turned out that she was posh
In discussing last night, we were both OK

A plastic crate had been left outside
Flickering away and swinging down
Tiny pistons on an incredible engine
It had set off again

She continued to scream
Her posture was one of a girl
In white shirts, the sleeves rolled up
In a glance of appeal and shock