An over educated twit,
An algorithm he has writ
To analyze poetic Lit
And sort the good stuff from the shit.
No, this is not a silly joke;
I’m not aware that he’s a soak.
He’s just a poor misguided bloke
Who got in with some dodgy folk.
In coding up his little app
This un-poetic confused chap
Post modern brains set out to tap,
But all he got was free verse sap
From pros at universities,
Where each with everyone agrees;
Where rhyme and reason no one sees
And all are paid quite handsome fees.
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