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
