OK, boys and girls, ready or not, it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, adjust the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, from post-grunge band Creed, is "Higher" (watch video here). Enjoy.
I Love Breakfast
Answer, dream.
Also, again.
Early to bed,
I want to leave this city.
Hunger, thirst-mouth, the results
I do not remember.
Later,
they can compete.
I will come here.
Is it different?
If you want to change the world, right?
He helped me,
I sleep at night.
But my friend who gave the lowest,
you followed the dreams of us.
Only
I love breakfast.
The first director
to achieve this vision, the amount of equipment,
so, one day.
And he went,
while the eyes of the blind.
And he went.
I was lucky, and the distance of the jewelry.
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