Humanoid Crash Source
We screen softly,
your network war droid
interfaced of my complete
Our wifi server is sexy,
every empire has an avatar,
and there's a sinister star-girl
creating a space-stream of
galactic password battle-bytes.
My native planet performance is
a linear share-cloud of drive upgrades.
Sounds almost cataclysmic, huh? I created this magnet poem with the Geek kit from the Magnetic Poetry website.