|Can endless words today involve much worse?|
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
The pounding beat of drives did spin this verse
This early version here my scripts expose.
These scrambled lines don’t hide my ignorance
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin
I sort them quickly, making poets wince
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin.
But valence type gives just intensity
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
A graph and edge and node and scores are free
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare.
As endless thoughts my words can grate, can grind,
So I will bore you now, just wait and find!