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Babelfishing Poetry: "A Simple Electric Pond"

Babelfishing Poetry: "A Simple Electric Pond"

Hello all!  So nice to see you. Come in and have a look around -- the kettle is on, make yourself a cup of tea or coffee and take the weight off your feet.  This week's installment of Babelfishing poetry is ready, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, nudge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Today's feature, chosen at random, is the Rolling Stones' "Shattered" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 

A Simple Electric Pond

Yes, writer.
Love & amp;
& amp,
amp track;
& amp;
sex dream;
his usual street life.

As he looked at the rags of the blind man,
I neared collapse.

The writer.
My friends, let us mourn.
Attract the third partner.

Life is a road,
the only cocktail.
Big apples.

People dress in plastic bags,
directing traffic
and fashion.

Your friends laugh, looking at the hamlet.
Only the blind man sees ruins.
I am crushed.

Lady Chateau,
chitter the voices of intercourse.

Scheme shows vinyasakkagina schemata No. 7.
I was a street person, the city of rags.

Win love sex.
success, success.
Success on an empty stomach.

Respect there.

Well done, and I see the breakdown.

Your friends, proud, greed and sex,
the excellent city.
Your friend (HA!) and street life,
and the dream of dirty.

He said, "Hey, Bugle, I am the weapon," destroying it.
He began to spit out. What, by falling in love?

Yes, it doesn't matter.
Zoom out.

Click, click, click.
Juvenile delinquency rate;
click on it,
click on it.
You think you know?

The city of the Sun, the only life,
tough, tough, tough,
tough and hard yet!

West and mice,

What is WRONG, and the city of the broken ruins.

Manhattan broke in my mind.
Yes, we bought the whole city.

Gnaw big springs.
Come, do not come, cream yellow.
Shadoobie noise beats.

My friend came around,
flat, flat,
flat, flat, flat,
in the castle powered by a simple electric pond.

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