Babelfishing Poetry: "Hey, Fighter Boy"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Hey, Fighter Boy"


Hello! Would you like to see 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?   You would?  Well, you're in luck, because here it is!

This week's feature, chosen at random, is Dobie Gray's lovely 1973 soulful hit "Drift Away" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 


Hey, Fighter Boy

I'm a heavenly city.
Signior Leonato, I love him.
Baidu knows my game,
my game, hugging me,
shame of other insensitivity.

I think I'm wasting my time.
I don't know what to say.
The outside world is evil,
and I am sure you will find it.

Madness in my offending.
You see me singing in excitement,
and I am green.
Indigestion.

Thank you for your honorable happiness.
I'm a singer, a singer, a singer, and a singer.
With music, music and harmony,
self-solution problem.

Hey, fighter boy,
self-defeated space, lost self-responsibility, and escape.
That won't work, right?
And after the dead body,
together.


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