Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my humble little blog. Here we are, ready for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, scramble the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This weeks it's James Bay's "Let It Go" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
The Warrior's Silk And Twitter
He tells the story of his home and the recognition of
the warrior's silk and twitter.
Called the jumpy 3 and tiskir.
You wake up and foot.
Then we had in the bag,
movement of players
in the right hand, and they tell us that, indeed,
he has knee.
Still dressed in simple words, fed and clothed and tired in his right of war.
Teeth may be missing.
So, life is every day.
Why are we, Nehqu'?
I am, I am to judge the identify.
Who is going to be fun?
And only some cloning
as time passes, I think, from here.
Surface
is the heart of a conduit.
We are reduced.
I do not keep in mind.
Therefore come, let me see straight.
Just me.
Why not?
And then I did.
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