sonnet Why do you strut

Why do you strut well beyond your sell off date?
Immortal souls outgrow the flesh they fear
Whos ever eyed you young at any rate?
Your coffin stands your nest eggs nice veneer
In show off apparel you suffocate
Death mask eye holes allow your look and leer
Your bowel bacteria trade aerobic state
Your inner mansion museum asks you peer
Your worms of workaday the fluke and round
Already rue their puppet hate your guts
They envy clean cut cats who lick their butts
They want to cut all cords you gone to ground
In scifi exoskeleton you flounce
On bouncing maggots spindly spiders pounce
Chorus flounce march storm