Hello? How are you? Hope you're very well, fine, and dandy. I myself haven't been. In fact, I've been the antithesis of well, fine and dandy (which, the thesaurus suggests, would be sick, ill, shabby, hateful, not good and stupid). Roget's epithets aside, in truth I've had a bad week health-wise. But I wouldn't let a Friday go by without some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, experiment with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem, so here I am.
A word in a crossword puzzle yesterday reminded me of this song, from Little Feat's 1973 album Dixie Chicken, "Fat Man In The Bathtub" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
One Chunk, One Hair
Billy hands and knees containing glucose.
I said, "Hey, Mom, you do not want the power of the oil," he said.
He said: "We are at night, my love, is what happened.
In the first second, one that can be as fast as 2, 3."
Juanita, my sweet elder brother Juanita?
Hakidavarannu information comes from shin breath.
I do not want non-virtual living.
Speedballs to try, because I do not want to die.
Billy-sadness, disappointment and hats began to work.
If you run away at the top of their lungs sound.
Poor of the world have a better life for all, I think.
Welcome to all aspects of the process of life.
Jaunita, odd-based tower maid sister, Chiquita?
Platform you are running, if you have the money to invest.
But the city maintains one chunk, one hair.
Pour a dime piece, it has been sent to Mekhazi.
Bruce Mann and blue people.
Typical human, I asked.