Data-Driven Poem
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    March 2017

Look at me, machine, look
into (but not through)
my eyes and say I
am certainly qualified, say I
am not a number, say I
have individuality, so that--

                                    [ "So that what?" he wondered
                                      as he put down his pencil
                                      and continued in his thoughts ]

--so that I can clear my throat,
and, with a hesitance and
a stutter and a noticable
lack of panache, say: I
dare you to write me
a data-driven poem.