Revised sonnet #229
Your stomach churned till bunch of nasty knots
Youd sworn youd struck the sweetest crypto man
You loved the physical adventure lots
Yet his tense brain incited small trepan
The hustle hidden hed enlisted large elan
And pitched the latest coin at proper price
You writhed the reckoned life of also ran
In narrow minds accepted winners slice
Ive never followed other folks advice
I clam your confidante invisible
In words yours self effacing far off nice
Youre such a sloth in swerve and risible
I hate to see a client on point of sob
Ive cropped it short and sharp your simple bob
Chorus sob mewl whimper
