How Shall You Be Fed Up With Poem by Pierre Rausch

The Arkensaw
In Nepal policy, separate issue,
The Arkensaw
Dangerous spot, laundery,

On condition that no conflict of any
interest expects,
Prior siesta planet to presume,
Fed up with, prevailing,

We haven't
Either it wasn't food
No stove
Wether the lie that did not occur

No lonely orange night
Since such doesn't float your answer
For the Arkensaw legend
Now the days pass slowly

We haven't?
The fuze that doesn't turn
Not stoved voyager
That would stand every siege

No signal suddenly without
In the pincers of no boiling town
It wasn't a terrible battle
He said it wasn't red and black
A banner

The club of water
These were infact, their plan
That contains
Somewhat of his own

The member of the convention
The judge speaks swith justice
From whom do you morn
With who do you live?