Babelfishing Poetry: "We Are Not Blenders"
Hello? How are you? Hope you're very well, fine, and dandy. I have been trying to hang in there while dealing with doctor/medical issues. While I wait for yet another phone call to be returned, 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, scramble the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song comes from San Francisco funk-metal band Primus: "
Jerry Was A Race Car Driver" (watch video
here; actual song begins around 0:33) Enjoy.
We Are Not Blenders
Fire is still human!
It is illegal to marry and marry.
Rabbit criticism, I thank you.
We are not blenders.
However.
You must be a married car.
"There is a lot of action," he said.
The result is beautiful.
Lady chat rooms reported Mrs. Fusama.
Pumps for engines.
3 currently in operation.
On the money!
Who is the man of all the disciples?
Power perforation.
He commands the heart of the hero.
And just a way of moving fast and bringing him to his arms
65 years ago.
Ceramic pot!
Usually a dog!
The car is already running
22 years.
Many gods in the goth tonight,
and the phone turned around.
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