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Babelfishing Poetry: "Some Fall In Love With The Life Of A Hose"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Some Fall In Love With The Life Of A Hose"

Hello!  And how are you today?  Good?  Yes?  No?  Me, I've had a craptastic week, so I hope your week has been better than mine.  Anyway, without further dwelling on the past, here's more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tart up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

The charmingly-named alt-rock band Butthole Surfers (or the Buttonhole Surfers, as my spellchecker wants me to call them) offers us this week's enigmatically-titled song, "Pepper" (watch video, guest-starring Erik Estrada, here).  Enjoy. 

Some Fall In Love With The Life Of A Hose

There are soups with Anderson, Marky, Chris, Saki, Saki.
It is probably the case of Marisa, raw morbid municipality.
Then Bobby (racist) hurt the (famous) Mitch.
They love to be rich as death in Texas.

In fact, this little kid Tommy plays the piano like Matale.
Then he lost his thigh standing in Dallas.
"He crushed money-do dancers as a portable source of
pollen under the mountains," he said.

Mickey, however, justified the knife and other traffic.
Pinball was a natural death, yet it's good like a virus.
Then there were the football players, and never a rapist.
They love to be rich as death in Texas.

How many tickets, the nuances and long sides?
Reni and some will die inside the ash cleaning.
Some fall in love with the life of a hose.
I have help in the body of ice when weensik off.

I do not remember Pintore's bed, and sometimes escape appears in the Sun.
Smell my goût mouth or the Federation.
Japanese cinnamon and candy, lying in a peaceful manner.
How can you see the fruits of others?

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