I built this little toy years ago, and it still cracks me up—a poetry generator that draws upon the vocabulary and syntax culled from works of Charles Bukowski. The generator can emulate Bill Gates or your average joe too, but the Bukowski ones are my favorites. Here’s one it made today (capitalization & punctuation added afterward):
Losing, she breathes through dogs
like shriveled dictators lapping,
the high heels,
tongues swatting cautiously I am
of the rundown Dickens——
she is divorcing blue,
or a scroll cumming,
flakes are mumbling orgasms;
could I utter inward, a snake,
or whack these cloven singers?
Cumming they are,
guzzling when they're around, a shakey aroma,
watching . . .