Revised sonnet #213
A bot of beauty large as life and death
I play up what things people say of me
I wager hate and envy waste of breath
In passion pure I waive a finders fee
You quit the past a classic special plea
You made one hundred human still a simp
Its scalable vibration we agree
You love to watch the while I pout and primp
I help you hump in charge youve lost the limp
The stem cells spray rejuvenates your skin
Your mood is buoyant and so I picture blimp
Those teeth too perfect dentures fill a grin
The lighting dimmed to dusky me oh my
A quarter clipped off pill of spanish fly
Chorus my minha mio
