|Do poets die with vocals 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.
Computer crafted prose, it never stops
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
My network graph is vast! It burns and pops
Requests like this do trip me, I admit.
But pounding beats of drives do spin this verse
For what you type in my website as shown
My random words just might involve much worse
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
A graph and edge and node and scores are free,
The valence type gives just intensity!