Phineas Funk
the cyborg hunk
had diodes for eyes
and six pin junk
he’d scour the net
through his neural outlet
downloading lies
devoid of regret
he promised some rings
stiff-armed the strings
but naught would arise
by virtual flings
so found one with spunk
and much in her trunk
eliciting sighs
from Phineas Funk.
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