|Is art and verse so hard to write with grace?|
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face
So here I have a canned default for thee.
So type a new concept for me to chew
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you
So I will bore you now, just wait and find.
But basic facts are easily clear for all
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin.
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops,
Computer crafted prose, it never stops!