Hello! You well? I hope so; well and happy. I myself am a little bit of both this week (but just a little). Gather round for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, mix up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, from Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats, is the rambunctious anti-alcoholism anthem "S.O.B." (explicit lyrics in chorus) (watch video here; explicit lyrics). Enjoy.
Come, Ringtone Helminthic Worms
Jikong is very close to the people.
Those people dressed in almost a week.
I can stand ready, speak with aerobic.
He must be a man.
Have themselves come; ringtones come in body.
Please forgive me for my hair.
Dust cover, I criticize me.
We supply parched ownership of night.
I can do that.
Eight, then clean.
Beastly life is drunken completion.
Now: 10 many years ago, perpendicular, 7 years, causes world we always mandatory round-trip.
I'm serious: ten or seven.
You will only be able to tie,
to undo, or to give me a glass of beer.
Us-friendly than this make.
My life is drunk.
Come, ringtone helminthic worms, pain; my mind made seen certification towards other; Reptilia, come.