I Don't Gotta Explain
nonsense emits
from depths I can't seize
looks like gibberish,
playdough colorless--
I stress upon each break
and word my sentence
ball-and-chain,
calm your lame
spitting sauce and la flame
incoherent at best,
at worst it's reversed
back to the labyrinth
like the half-man
half-bull experiment.
Granted, I may be enchanted
by the limits of intellect
beyond the scope of understanding
Artificial Intelligence can't crack the code
like Turing did at Bletchley.
Jericho, see how the walls come a'tumblin' down
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2pound
Battlefield 3 has all the RPGs you could ever want.