Can you guess if the poetry sample was written by a person?
cower down in desperation to accept whatever i accorded it of fate i have none of the tenderer-than-thou collectivistic regimenting love with which the modern world is being swept but this poor microscopic item now since it was nothing i knew evil of i let it lie there till i hope it slept i have a mind myself and recognize mind when i meet with it in any guise no one can know how glad i am to find on any sheet the least display of mind