Hello! And how are you today? Good? Yes? No? In-between? A little iffy? Rather not say? Keeping it a secret? It's a mystery? Being coy about it? Have to think about it a little longer? Can't decide? Wanting to hedge your bets? Need to consult with someone about it? None of the above? All of the above? Either way, 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, randomize the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Indie pop-folk duo The Weepies brings us this week's feature, "World Spins Madly On" (watch video here). Enjoy.
I Only Sleep In The Morning Meat
I perform, executed.
Then come, and
on the bed,
not all seem to disagree. I
then turned the world, set to always come.
But then I am,
and in the world,
once
I only sleep in the morning
meat.
I am more than one day;
say goodbye.
Star windows purchased,
the mobile world.
That night, here and when
meat.
.