|Can't I just shoot this now? I ask a break!|
I render now the fact, I’m just a bot
Oh please, dear soul, I ask some verse to make
Okay, the truth is harsh, I kid you not.
This early version here my scripts expose
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose
My passion here you see is cranking glee.
But please ask human souls to take my place
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
As poets die with edges left in space
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops.
The valence type gives just intensity,
A graph and edge and node and scores are free!