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"Colorless Green Ideas Sleep Furiously"
Classic test sentence of BS from the asked-for linguist at MIT
But I know we could soon be gone
When even Chomsky prophesies "Cthulhu fhtagn."

(Under the sea of the mind, for the moment deceased,
Dreaming the end of mankind, is a god and what's awful is, he's a priest
And when the stars are aligned he will rise and destroy
Teaching those left about new ways to revel, shout, kill, and enjoy!)
And even though Lovecraft just wanted to titillate me
Still I know:
"Colorless Green Ideas Sleep Furiously"

'Cos I've got friends who say "Anarchy" when they mean Chaos instead
And "Violence" any outcome but billions hungry or dead
"Environment" for a god stained with people and longing for clean.
Colorless Green:
Colorless Green:
Colorless, colorless colorless Green:
Colorless colorless Green.

If ever Noam Chomsky this brownnosing doggerel hears
I've no doubt he'll find it just as much nonsense as "Colorless Green Ideas"
But I thought, "He is In none of my songs -
And I could remind my friends, Cthulhu Fhtagn."

"Colorless Green Ideas Sleep Furiously."
"<<In his sunken house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu
... lies dreaming>>"

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