Who do you write like?

I had always thought in writing that I had a unique voice

But a computer went and told me that I write like old James Joyce,

B'jabers, folks, I had no clue, that I could write the craik,

And pen a stream of consciousness whilst lying on my back.

So pour me out a pint of black that's brewed in Dublin town,

And I'll spew out some gibberish without a grunt or frown,

"It was a dull and rainy day, O'Mally shines his shoes,

And eats his oatmeal breakfast whilst the well-bored audience boos".

So...