Facebook messenger friend requests maybe giant bots in disguise

Synthesizing aesthetically comely humans
to market, prostitute and capitalize
fore skin nourishment
triggering, unleashing, and vanquishing...
squelched, jilted, damned... libidinal longings,
whereby responding with an affirmative click
automatically generates artificial intelligent beings
to communicate superficial questions,
which get thrown a figurative curveball
courtesy yours truly, who experiences
quasi/pseudo orgasmic thrill
introducing yours truly (me)
as a riddle wrapped in a mystery
inside an enigma
echoing Winston Churchill,
who used said phrase
to describe a situation
difficult to comprehend
in an October 1939 radio speech
upon cusp when World War II did arise.

I incorporate antithetical, cryptical, enthusiastical,
geopolitical, impractical, linguistical,
optimistical, romantical, and unpoetical words,
when responding to plain Jane queries
asking age, education, location,
marital status, vocation, et cetera.

How insulting dear reader
if ye mistook me for an above average,
communicative, enlightened, germane,
intelligent, knowledgeable, modest,
opportunistic, quirky, sensational,
unpretentious, and witty human,
cuz despite exhibiting intrinsic qualities
yours truly counts himself
as one the most advanced humanoid robot
who exhibits qualities indistinguishable
from the run of the mill
ordinary bipedal hominids,
who lustily just learned
how to walk erect this morning
which little leg
doubles up as a screw driver.

After receiving prefabricated reply,
I wanna conduct an electric kool aid acid test
courtesy me little sterling rod,
cuz every friggin facebook friend request
advertises, encourages, jumpstarts,
and promulgates immediate quest

to bed each and every buxom broad,
who impersonates big breasted broad
yours truly don't give no never mind
if he happens to be a sixty four
year young looking married
Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe
but can't for the life of Riley
accept that yours truly must be
the most buttery
biggest baddest deeply possessed

courtesy most hungriest
discriminatory bookworm oppressed
with feverish frenzy to copulate
and feather me figurative nest
(after I win the powerball - ha)
with above average offspring
willingly oblige call of the wild
to be appeased without carrots nor sticks
of course absent any intention to molest
matter of face to willingly
surrender libidinal longings
to receptive counterpart
effectively consigning myself
as cum passionate partner in crime,
especially if woman in question
counts herself as royalty
itching to lose virginity to commoner
visa vis flagrante delicto
wink... wink... nudge... nudge
you know what I mean

able, eager, ready, and willing
to witness lèse-majesté
barenaked lady compliantly, gingerly,
and lasciviously indulging
all manner of bodily contortions earning
sobriquet "make believe twisted sister"
as she ties herself into knotfest
only one sure way to discern if I jest
"Repondez, s'il vous plaît."