|Can meter sings, but lack some content speed?|
To be a master writer tries the brains
An algorithm tight and neat I need
Especially for now, your topic strains.
By testing depths of code until I bow
This early version here my scripts expose
You do intend to keep me busy now
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose.
But please ask human hearts to take my place
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
As poets die with edges left in space
For what you type in my website as shown.
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin,
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin!