Hello all! Thank you for dropping by again, it's so nice to see you! I hope, wherever you are, you're safe and breathing easy on this late summer day. Here in the Bay Area we have been freaked out by the glaring orange-gray skies caused by widespread wildfire smoke. I hope your skies are bluer than mine! While I wait for a normal sun to reappear overhead, let's enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tweak the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This 4 Non Blondes hit from 1993, "What's Up," seems appropriate for these times (watch original video here, or watch this He-Man parody here). Enjoy.
Breakfast Is Delicious
25 years, no life, no private space.
They rely on the money to attack the mountain; could be traced to
this issue.
But I soon realized that
men love
a bad temper.
So, no accident, no curve, we wail
at our bed, we,
the members of the folding.
We know way of raw, 8 passengers foci.
Please be patient, I'm weird.
Breakfast is delicious,
delicious and private.
Later Wednesday, non-breathing, Japanese authenticity, high.
Therefore I started on your visually-impaired scream.
What is going on here?
Alas, alas, alas, mark this thing,
in this village, nursing, nursing.
We seek completion, see-thru rampaging, we wrong God
per overcast devotionals.
Defiance.
Alas, alas, alas, mark it "Done."
Here, take a look at what's going on.
Twenty-five years of my life.
Possible world, other office property, siege attack, mountain, on the retroactive,
this one problem.
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