Revised sonnet #438
In hospice bed I lie in heat I lounge
Im lizard like averse to bloody cold
I lived to die in peace too late to scrounge
I proved too proud and smug to strike out bold
The last of line a sceptic manifold
I sniffed at plastic blood transfusion sacs
I groaned at spinal discs of steel and gold
I laughed at porcelain teeth screwed in racks
In dark web surf I couldve scrounged to max
Uploaded consciousness to humanoid
I couldve begged the beasts of edgy hacks
Infused a finer looking me in void
A scrounger chucks old walking sticks in heap
I didnt die in sleep a quantum leap
Chorus heap pile stack
