Hello! And how are you lovely bloggity people today? Great, I hope. Pull up a chair and get ready to enjoy some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, convolute the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature is a song by the late, the arguably great, Amy Winehouse, "Rehab" (watch video here). Enjoy.
I Was Always A Glass
The rehabilitation, tempting me; no, I'm not saying which siguttare.
I am black, I do not know, I do not know.
I'm my father, I do not have.
Please update with me, I'm not going to go your way and move your way up.
I became a priority of the radio.
Seventy days.
Nothing.
There is nothing to learn from.
Mr. Hathaway, I cannot learn.
This is not a competition.
But you know it originated from a bottle.
Why are you here?
I do not know what to say.
To my father,
I was always a glass.
And I feel depressed and have
more confidence to kiss a photo.
Do not drink.
I want to be your friend.
10 weeks; please, I do not.
I think people would be better.
My pride only.
The tears dry only.
The rehabilitation, tempting me; no, I'm not saying which siguttare.
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