Hello! Friday, Friday, Friday! Woo-hoo! *fist pump* Time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, modify the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature, chosen at random, is alt-rock band Puscifer's dark song "Smoke And Mirrors" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
Empty Eyes, Stolen Plastic
Sometimes I am not afraid of it.
It is now bouncing and wearing a crown.
Tobako and other,
throat abstinence.
We all touch something good; all of us.
Due to the reason, I am alive, must-see.
I am a stoppage, and open.
Some people wake up; this is early.
What are you?
The sign of the mountain,
all victims.
I'm irresponsible.
This is a deadly time.
I'm irresponsible, and I suddenly reached my mind.
No, we all see it.
This is a ready-to-use device, an insulting ratio, and a broken connection.
Empty eyes, stolen plastic.
But not the king.
There is no king.
There are only 3 saints, a murderer, blood and meat.
Japanese variety.
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