|You might ask earthborn souls. Should I replace?|
An algorithm tight and neat I need
As poets die with edges left in space
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed.
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare
For what you type in my website as shown
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
But passing life to make more time to write
So here I have a canned default for thee
In finding just the verse for your delight
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!.
Computer crafted prose, it never stops,
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops!