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Babelfishing Poetry: "Why Are You So Bloody Crazy?"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Why Are You So Bloody Crazy?"

Hello? How are you?  Hope you're very well, fine, and dandy.  I am going in today to have more blood drawn for a comprehensive metabolomic ME/CFS study.  The researchers told me I can expect to have 10 or 11 tubes drawn.  Among other things, this study hopes to define the molecular immunology of ME/CFS and identify genetic factors and potential molecular biomarkers via genome sequencing, possibly leading to a fast, inexpensive diagnosis of ME/CFS and perhaps new treatments for patients.  I may not live long enough to benefit personally from this, but I am glad to help participate in this research for the greater good of patients around the world who are desperately struggling with this devastating illness.

So, while the researchers are doing their thing today, 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, convolute the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

The Jamaican reggae group Inner Circle brings us this week's featured song, "Bad Boys," a.k.a. the Cops TV show theme song (watch video here).  Enjoy. 

Why Are You So Bloody Crazy?

Clay man, sexy thoughts.
What do you think I want to do?
Our other death, Security Officer Peter, alarming.
Go to church or something.

Drying clay man, hey bad boy, what is it that you want,
players in the region?
Bad boy, bad boy, at least I understand.
We in the region.

You serve as a eight-can face.
To ride a horse, and a high school passion rules.
Why are you so bloody crazy?
Cold hot water.

Simply drag and drop
our global membership.
My mother threw
your father.

My brother Leslie.
My elder sister, quite.
Simply drag and drop
capacitor loss.

Time is something.
The other police, per our third harmony.
Do not do that to him, a soldier.
Watching him, it's time to pay for online support.

He is a sphere.
The people you know,
like her father and his mother.
In the darkness, exhibition ceremonies;
I don't want it to happen quickly.

Rough, and token charity gift.
Drying clay man, hey clay man, limited edition came up.
Instantaneous time articles.

Tags: babelfishing, poem

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