|Are network graphes so vast? It turns and pops!|
An algorithm tight and neat I need
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed.
The valence type gives just intensity
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind
A graph and edge and node and scores are free
So I will bore you now, just wait and find.
But pounding beats of drives do spin this verse
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare
My random words just might involve much worse
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare.
As poets die with edges left in space,
You might ask human souls should I replace!