|Can this, my purpose, see ol’ Bill or stall?|
So here I have a canned default for thee
The basic fact is easily clear for all
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!.
I keep all waiting long, I hope you stay
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
To churn such verse a billion times a day
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare.
But type a new purpose for me to chew
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin.
Especially for now, your purpose strains,
To be a master writer tries the brains!