|Can I spew verse a billion tunes a day?|
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
I keep all waiting long, I hope you stay
Requests like this do trip me, I admit.
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe.
But graphes and nodes and lines and scores are free
I pass my life to make more time to write
The valence type gives just intensity
In finding just the verse for your delight.
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops,
Computer crafted prose, it never stops!