It's Friday! It seems like a minute ago it was Tuesday. How in blazes did that happen? It hardly seems possible, does it? Anyhoo, being Friday, 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, kludge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, from electronic duo Missio, is "Middle Fingers" (advisory: lyrics reference "middle fingers in the air") (watch video here [advisory: slo-mo one-finger salutes occur here and there], or watch an "acoustic" version here). Enjoy.
Kia Consolidated Loves You
I was the student to the city.
I'm an example child.
Now I'm taking my last arms, Takashi Pye.
Intoxication and alcohol.
I have been moistened by me and the music.
The Grievance Song will lose its hatred.
I'm not a hungry photographer.
Kia Consolidated loves you.
I hear you're going to hell?
It is part of a word. I am not.
A lot of Sharp's middle finger with bleeding was more than a throw.
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