Pragmatism Poem by Pierre Rausch

You've given yet
Now take care
Ready for the duties
Every exclaimed sentence
Nothing matters until you're eighteen
My favorite fancy
Slightly beautiful
Waiting for that appearance
Welcoming them as brethren
More brilliant then the direction
You speak very properly
Only what shall I read
Which rises in the dust
Only what shall I see
Which refers happiness
I wondered a lot as you
And yet she was feeling
The guests you are expecting
Good gracious, likewise turned
The crackled between
Scooped and sniped
Proceedings in the meanwhile
Affection to demand
Delighted with the plot
In an animal way