|Do poets die with secrets left in space?|
An algorithm tight and neat I need
You might ask human souls should I replace
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed.
The valence type gives just intensity
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
A graph and edge and node and scores are free
For what you type in my website as shown.
Yet words like this do trip me, I admit
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
So here I have a canned default for thee.
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops,
Computer crafted prose, it never stops!