Parents Poem by Pierre Rausch

Do that for me
First went talking
Front entrance
After the mail comes in
There will come a time
Just like that, just like that
And just like the umbrage
I came to esquire
Up and down the left side
And subconsciously in the vault
Into something like a routine
Position the destiny in veil
All that dies lies in the grass
Words still do not penetrate
Who gets it awarded
Contrite knowledge, of what is given
He sounded like a maniac
Te be ensured and assured
Fit that description
They'd take over soon
Independently agreeing to something
Let it be a source
And it didn't come again
The victim in the opera