November 8th, 2019

Babelfishing Poetry: "Like 1 Million Gas Bees"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Like 1 Million Gas Bees"

Oh hey, once again it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, randomize the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week it's The Kinks' lovely classic song "Waterloo Sunset" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 

Like 1 Million Gas Bees

Those old dirty lists of the virtues of the river.
During the night,
those who are very busy and a little dizzy
light shiny glossy buses.
But you're not my friend; leave the mistrust and snakes.

It seems all I see the sunset arms,
long flowers
every day in the world.
But the cold, cold night,
waterloo sunset.

Telizhuli, Windows station ran
every Friday night.
But a lazy man, I did not want to wander
home to face arms and reward him.
But, trembling, my car.
It seems all I see the sunset arms,
long flowers.

We have fossils of Windows around different people, like 1 million gas bees.
But with the lecture of Telizhuli, defensively,
where do I dry them?
My friend, a snake is not your leave.
A lot of money from all the sunset
in heaven.