On My Own Tidings Poem by Pierre Rausch

A shoe at the locker's
It has disappeared and got found again
Had vanished without a trace
And so he got it
A certain golem
Poorness for fun
I shouldn't stay alive
A fairy tale of the elements
Of definitely executed death-stroke
To sear something for the better part
He'd have to be careful
On my own tidings
Before it was not that dark
Good Will Hunting
On my own tidings
The living quality
Rotondes mean livings
On my own tidings
The toilet bin surgery
The classic film music
On my own tidings
Let me stay here
Let me stay here