Knockout Poem by Pierre Rausch

I have saved the list
The benevolent to a future
Where is there the point
In the sign of the sign
Open minded to talk
Of duty and purpose
What was with them was with us
Without speaking, even if
To the roof terrace, where I sat smoking
And the fight had absolutely
I've already overthrown the measure
A new romantic to the image
About this some more
For a knockout on rates and in areas
A knockout you can control
Many children supposed it
A cradle in the craze
Produced an intine notebook
Take on scepticism in a dose
To lie in wait
That for those who are still to come
Go window-shopping
Seven good month in veil
Two heads in a car
Two lies in front
Have you got a bullet to that sixtine?