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Babelfishing Poetry: "Rot, Sad iPhone"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Rot, Sad iPhone"

Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my simple little blog.  It's been a taxing week for me, due to the aftereffects of a gallbladder attack, plus meeting with the surgeon and the anesthesiologist yesterday to arrange to have the recalcitrant organ removed.  So let's unwind a bit with some 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.

This week it's been rough so here's a nice soothing song, Japanese singer-songwriter Rie Fu's "Life Is Like A Boat" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 

Rot, Sad iPhone

No conclusion.
I have never had a Dell.
Never trust those who leave.
Give me those days, and give the Power to me.

It was, perhaps, the arrest, the three that withstand.
But he acknowledged that, in the case of loses,
you can turn off the other day.

Silk Road Tommy, or ''high'' shot,
high, high,
loves teaching a warrior.

Tiptoe out?  Sure.
Maybe they just don't give a [censored].
But if it ever and ever should be,
I know this, Great Konsirvir: I followed our wisdom road.

This, people who died,
high King of all iPhone material.

Every time I see your face
in business photographs, settling in the sea,
I want to make the tribe
as we have seen it at the beach.

Oh, you can get the details on the right,
the entire transnational sea.

I know you're a bad for you.
I don't think I'm going to do it.
Come on, then, you do not need to leave something.
No. 3 personal support.

Come Sunday, King Abner commissioned the months.
High King of all iPhone material,
high, high,
loves teaching a warrior.

Rot, sad iPhone, submerged, aerobic, "high."
Blue drought reached you.
Yes. No, something is pain
in the Valley of the Moon.

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