Hello! You well? I hope so; well and happy. I am not well, and I am unhappy about my continuing unresolved prescription drama, but I am happy that we have been getting a lot of rain lately, which is always welcome in our drought-plagued state. And I am also happy 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, revise the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, chosen at random, is electronic rockers Awolnation's "Kill Your Heroes" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
The Ratio You Desire
The old man is a man.
human suffering with no customer.
"Complete song performers. Song, love affairs called dye.
Nice going here. Don't let the fear of o Muhammad terrorist articles."
Outside the Inbox?
Tiptoe and private too, o Muhammad.
before the old private, in front of our eyes.
Family sacrifice, he said.
Fly, fly, crying out, "Love bugs!"
All of them die
on a daily basis.
Don't worry; we,
we love you forever.
The ratio you desire, an elephant.