Hesitant direction.

I spent the past week expanding my AutoIt poem generator script to include an array of 500 adjectives, 500 nouns and 100 various opening lines of poetry. This poem came from the first run of that script, the first of many to come.

HESITANT DIRECTION
sensing lame patience
my scented family
in a bittersweet steel
you sing about the rubbery stupidity
listening to the self-inflicted duplicates
they don’t understand underrated rescue
can you see the walking features
under the sworn sickness
listening to the dazed thunder