Here's more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tweak the punctuation a little, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Today we run the Stone Temple Pilots' "Plush" through the mangler known as Babelfish (watch video here).
This Is Soft
that keeps making wasteful.
that the place
where tomorrow it goes excessively
it is huge.
And I appraise thing
and am to which those give the bed
in order to arrive.
you are worried about them themselves?
As for me
Going with somewhere,
tomorrow it plows?
Going from the equality
with the template which I find?
When the dog starts thinking of that
and I think, I, him
just that the judge form him
who is thought?