Hello? How are you? Hope you're very well, fine, and dandy. Things are in the general vicinity of dandy chez Pahavit these days. This is acceptable.
So, it is time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, modify the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
So, here is the quirky kind of poem derived from Babelfishing The Verve's 1998 hit "Bittersweet Symphony" (because, while things are in the general vicinity of dandy chez Pahavit, they are yet somewhat bittersweet) (watch video here). Enjoy.
I Am In The Mold
It is a sweet symphony,
this life and me.
In an attempt to cover those costs,
I then had to die a slave to money.
I'll give you a ride only once.
Does anyone know the site
which meets all the veins?
Can I not change all the changes?
I change; I cannot be changed.
I changed it; I cannot be changed.
I changed; I cannot change that.
But here's my mold.
I have to die.
I am in the mold.
Then, one day to have
another ten thousand others.
I cannot change the template.
Well, I did not listen,
now I'm on my knees, yeah.
You pain me to recognize
the need to listen to some, yes.
Me and Melody shine,
let it clear my mind.
But the air is clean there,
and sing with me.