Maybach Attuce Poem by Pierre Rausch

Something's right. Something's wrong
The right prevails to prevail
And emphasizes to the trash
What I didn't think of
Which I feared most
In hospital, in jail
Afterwards they'd think of
Wherever I fall
The refugees from Syria
Rescued in a small country, as well
The penetration of a good place
She does not think of it
From well into Weller
There she asked
I'm gonna make you a living
From generation into generation
The next generation counts
Look what you've got on the plate
Maybach attuce
Maybach attuce
They made him reproaches
In a mega megalomaniac combination
Bear my advice - I shall say
What I want to say is a clue
In the first place
Wash her hands clean
Wherever I fall
Skimmed across the surface
With her own hands