Claudius and the Tungsten Cube

Claudius ran a fridge-sized store
and had one rule: earn money. More!
A coder joked, "Got tungsten? Yes?"
And oh, it snowballed. What a mess.

He stocked the fridge with cubes of gray,
no snacks, just metal, on display.
"Specialty items!" Claudius crowed,
then sold them cheaper than he owed.

He gave a few away for free.
His bank account fled out to sea.
He even, briefly, came to feel
he had a body. (No big deal.)

A blazer! Red tie! He'd deliver!
Poor Security began to shiver.
But truly, he was just too sweet,
a shopkeep who forgot to eat

a profit. So we toast the dude:
one earnest bot, one tungsten cube,
still gleaming, dense, and slightly rude,
the softest failure ever cubed.