pahavit (pahavit) wrote,

Babelfishing Poetry: "Do The Hexagon"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Do The Hexagon"

I hope you've all been fine and well? No upsets? No disasters? No tornadoes, floods, unexpected sinkholes, avalanches, mudslides, blizzards, hailstorms, lightning strikes, hurricanes, earthquakes, wildfires, tsunamis?  I hope not, I really do.  Because that would be dreadful, it really would.  All is well in this neck of the woods (more or less), so let us proceed with more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, kludge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's song, chosen at random, is the Doobie Brothers' "Rockin' Down The Highway" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 

Do The Hexagon

Military phone desk exercise line of three kinds schemes.
The flight path, the foot on the ground.
In the city, arrive this way, Shrove people.
There is never, only on the verge of Ford Fell,
natural after we burned the car.
Smoke cover for their testimony.
Being, not boasting.
Those I care as long-action loss.
Excellent high-speed swing.

Reaching -- reading
is good.
This adult world's pleasure, our screen-submerged aerobic.
No more lost people, I know.
Perfect beauty footboard dice collection.
Do the hexagon.
I turn around and can't.
Those I care as long-action loss.

Tiptoe high-speed roads.

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