Just a real quick poem about Sasori that I typed up when I was bored. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated : D


Humans are

Such fragile things

Broken easily, and pulled

Like puppets on strings

They twist and mold

And change and break

Then they die

For another's sake

As they age

They wither and wrinkle

Next their eyes

Lose their bright twinkle

They're burdened with

Unneeded feelings

Which hinder their usefulness

As human beings

I am now

The only elite

I've made myself

Perfect and complete

I no longer feel

I'm emotionless and cold

On life I have

An eternal hold

If you're good enough

I'll make you an elite too

Though follow me forever

Is all you'll be able to do

You'll have a body of wood

And poison for blood

All your ideas of free will

Will be nipped in the bud

Humans are such fragile things

Who are useless through and through

So I'm going to make them perfect

And I'm starting with you