Revised sonnet #400
Im Crocodilia queen of worlds elite
The top tier body modifiers in fact
In rank the royals and billionaires I beat
Im shape shift she of seeming cataract
I stick tongue forth thus show its fork exact
In human misadventure manual versed
Its sample piece in flickers reptile pact
You cross the dotted line too self immersed
They rend you cold your rotten luck the worst
To hack and sear at first then stitch and ink
The least I build is cupids bow if lips are pursed
The knife and needle next to silver sink
Your health is dire youd rather never die
Im final go I lodge on fringe just by
Chorus die cease perish
