n a city where neon lights gleam bright,
Cyberpunk Pepe works through the night.
With a wrench in hand and a gleam in his eye,
He builds cyborgs that jump, dance, and fly.
His workshop’s a wonder of wires and sparks,
Where gears and gadgets leave glowing marks.
Pepe’s creations are sleek and bold,
With hearts of circuits and frames of gold.
“Step right up!” Pepe proudly cries,
“See my robots with human-like eyes!
They can sing, they can paint, they can even cook,
And they’ll never give you a dirty look.”
One day a child came in, oh so shy,
With a tear in her eye and a hopeful sigh.
“Can you build a friend just for me?
One who’s kind and loves unconditionally?”
Pepe smiled and got to work,
With careful hands and a little smirk.
He crafted a cyborg, gentle and true,
A friend who’d always be there, through and through.
Now Pepe’s shop is the talk of the town,
Where laughter and joy can always be found.
In a world of metal, wires, and ploys,
Cyberpunk Pepe builds not just cyborgs, but joy.
