The whir of Jenny,
Tinny Jenny on ball bearing wheels.
A slick *****,
Clicks his fingers,
Jenny glides to his side,
Pen and paper in hand.
LEDs wink under false lashes,
Mechanoid pretence at femine,
Tips a wink and lifts a steel leg under tin foil skirt.
“Your order Sir”, she chirps,
As Slick **** ***** an eye at aluminium thigh.
“Chips, silicone chips”, he replies,
Jenny’s circuits fry,
Dumb waitress cry’s light oil from glass eye.
Laughs as Jenny’s electronic whine murmurs incoherent bleeps,
Jenny’s memory erased.
A cyber ballad