Topmodels Poem by Pierre Rausch

Doors open, aliens close the edge
Leave another day or a journey to catch
The midst of the empire,
The center of power
Their fashion and labels
Their perfume and shower
It's closed, it's midnight
Another moonlight
Almost stops your heart
You start to sell
The air of breath, light speed, Top models
You and I cuffed together
That is the moment, the thriller
Other planet, other manner
But they've got pampers as well
Nothing that shares progressive difference
Just the male universe in perverse
Is what seems nervous?
Just another tree house sentence
Attempting' dinner with friends, candlelight
That the air resemblance of wineglasses
brights
Now I've lost everything to you
A lot of nice things turned bad out there
You and I cuffed together