…inspired by this from Dr. Boli, written long ago, based on the Eagle’s tune Desperado:
Esperanto – Why don’t you come to your senses?
You’ve been out fixing tenses for so long now
You’re not a hard one,
but I know that you’ve got your reasons.
These things that are pleasin’ you
are hard to pronounce.Don’t rewrite all our declensions, boy!
We’ll beat you, if we’re able.
You know a common lexicon is your best bet.
Now it seems to me some fine things
have been set up in your tables,
but you only want acceptance that you can’t get.Esperanto, ah, you ain’t gettin’ no younger.
Yet only freaks and fanatics speak you at home.
English and Russian. That’s just some people talkin’
You’re a knight errant walking through this world all alone.Don’t your words get cold in the garbage can?
The phrase won’t flow, sentence won’t scan.
It’s hard to keep pushing this thing all day.
You’re gettin’ all these panicked looks.
Ain’t it funny how the people back away?Esperanto, why don’t you come to your senses?
Your head’s in the clouds, now, open the gate.
It may be Spanish, Or maybe French, even Urdu.
You better learn some other language
You better learn some other language
before it’s too late.
Nyuk.
Way busy with graduation, my older sister’s terminal illness, and, today, the confirmation (and subsequent party at our house) for our German student houseguest.
Will get back to the fascinating world of bad science and even worse philosophy, as well as movies and books I may or may not like, soon.
Yard Sale of the Mind 