Cyberpunk Poem by Chris Lane

Cyberpunk



She is the best
Forget the rest
Spiders on the web

Stealth has assured
Her stolen wealth, She will protect
Gold under her fingers doth melt

Cherokee American gal
Sure; she is just swel:
Oh No! , she's raising hell.


(Calac.)

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