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Babelfishing Poetry: "It's Nothing To Them"

Babelfishing Poetry: "It's Nothing To Them"

Once again, 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, modify the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Post-hardcore band Fugazi brings us this week's song, "Waiting Room" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 

It's Nothing To Them

Raw morbid people.
Four, four, four, four.
I am private drainage.

Go, go, go.

Don't let me see four.
This is a queue.

I want to know the news.
I was out of questions in the morning.
Do not stay and leave a snake.

City submerged with sitting.
I don't know why.

Other 26 deaths of method.
It gets me. We can begin.

But indifferent.
I'm planning a big shock.
We arrive, we come,
we love.

And yet they make the same mistakes, and their resolution method.
How much time of waste belonged to
somatic development?
Stand in clusters between the village of etc.

And waiting in bunches, companions sitting, under came.
I tell him why.
It's nothing to them.

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