Overpass Interlude Poem by Pierre Rausch

Get the clerk to throw
And a couple of them
The precariousness of that talent
A job as a pianist
Sensitivity of the superior
She closed her mouth
The cavern of the thieves
It might lead to objectives
Fathered by the men
I tried to hit him
Twenty-one automatic
That really insisted
On his grounds he discovered
On suitable tools of evidence
We should be able to find
The cavern of the thieves
Wants to be reminded
We have it ourselves
Been angry and filled
The precariousness of that talent
I just feel sorry
Started filling with coins
He started lacking self-discipline
That's not true
I can be away
Did that bite anyone