Hello, how are you? How was your week? I hope you have a fabulous New Year's. This week I have been trying to arrange finding a new doctor, and I have a new-patient appointment set up with a prospect at the end of this month. I'm hoping it works out well for me. And while we wait to see how that pans out, let's enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, rearrange the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Brought to us by Canadian rock band Metric, "Help, I'm Alive" is a song I can well identify with in oh so many ways (listen to song here). Enjoy.
Like A Hit
I was bored;
they said eaten alive.
I am in hell,
alive to eat, they said.
If you listen to my heart,
like a hit.
This is where we live.
I'm sorry, night.
Well, my life,
how do you do?
Three of my defaults, anywhere,
is very near.
Always in red, while the left is
in my heart always,
like a hit.
Live help.
My heartbeat like a hammer.
Soft steel.
Sensitivity of hard.
Pulse furiously and easy to train.
Help live.
Hammer in my heart,
like a hit.
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