OK, boys and girls, ready or not, it's Friday and time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, mix up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's Babelfished poem comes from Chris Isaak's 1989 hit "Wicked Game" (watch video here). Enjoy.
A Bad Thing, This Experience
World, the sky.
No one can save him but you --
if you are crazy.
Amazing what people eat.
You did not dream to meet someone.
You cannot lose anyone with a dream.
No, I do not want to fall in love
in this world, only to break your heart.
Thus, the emotion.
Why play a bad game?
That's something you dream of leaving.
What is wrong?
Needless to say,
a bad thing, this experience.
I did something wrong.
What is your dream?
I do not want to fall in love.
I do not want nobody,