WHAT WAS THAT I WROTE?

I finished October by finishing a new manuscript, THE CONNOISEUR OF ALLEYS.  And I'm reading it now to determine what I wrote.  Because I didn't write it; I copy-n-pasted it from The MDR Poetry Generator's database of 1,146 lines.  And while copy-n-pasting, I deliberately tried to avoid reading what it was I was "writing."  Well, that stuff ain't bad, I'm relieved to conclude.  Here's a sample (click to enlarge):

I love writing where I lose track of the author...