Madlib Poem.

It's funny how things work out the way it does. Just a while ago, I was contemplating on what to write today in SHANTI. One thing leads to another and now I have something funny and interesting to share, extending from my Writing activities.

I went to this website: Language Is A Virus to literally get words into my lingo side of my brain. It's very easy, basically I hit words into the blank boxes provided and a poem will be generated for me immediately. I reckon the program follows a certain style of a poet's poem. I don't know how many Madlib poems would I do today, but I tend to share all of them here.

big Song's big Song

I dare my boldnesss and all the English listens orchestra;
I drink my fusions and all is swallow again.
(I greet I celebrate you up inside my mixture.)

The endings go studying out in beautiful and hungry,
And pretty beginning reads in:
I draw my man and all the Andrea Bocelli to lives voice.

I thinkinged that you mashed me into Italian
And question me enticing, asked me quite inspiring.
(I greet I celebrate you up inside my mixture.)

rhythm sees from the opera, singer's tenors hear:
smell soul and heart's faces:
I draw my man and all the Andrea Bocelli to lives voice.

I tasteed you'd touch the way you sing,
But I cry unforgettable and I laugh your victory.
(I greet I celebrate you up inside my mixture.)

I should have buyed a life instead;
At least when courage eats they gobble back again.
I draw my man and all the Andrea Bocelli to lives voice.

(I greet I celebrate you up inside my mixture.)

- Rani & Sylvia Plath

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