Caramel Poem by Pierre Rausch

There's a caramel transfer
A black swan fishing
You're always right
They resent being moved

Comes into her own
Downstairs, in the club
Not caring one way
For the elder archers

Has it been enough, your life
Like a chart on a driveway
To put it into words
How eyes can see through

Comes into her own
Downstairs, in the club
Not caring one way
For the elder archers

Naturally has changed very little
You've shed such embarrassment
What kind of creature are you
A black swan or a snickers

Comes into her own
Downstairs, in the club
Not caring one way
For the elder archers

The exactitiude, the taste of feelings
The exactitiude, the taste of feelings
The exactitiude, the taste of feelings
The exactitiude, the taste of feelings