A Little Mocking

by tangibleHELL

They are the joke that I smile at. No humor is there. No laugh to hear." A poem, perhaps ode, to Ichimaru Gin. I believe that a smile can be one's best asset in the offense. DISCLAIMER: I do not own BLEACH in any way, shape and/or form.

A Little Mocking

By

tangibleHELL

These others whom I am told are peers

Laugh and mock

Wanting me to sneer, glare.

My lips twitch and move.

I realize then what they are.

A joke,

A mockery.

To my peers' surprise though

My mouth mocks at them,

White and crescent shaped.

Now in turn they sneer, glare.

I am the old toy,

No longer any interest,

No longer a fun game.

They turn their grotesque backs to me.

My smiling lips curve more.

They are the joke that I smile at.

No humor is there.

No laugh to hear.

But I suppose that's because

Ichimaru Gin

Will always be just

Ichimaru Gin.

I do not own BLEACH, nor the character Ichimaru Gin, in any way, shape and/or form.

I has walking up the hill to where I live now and thought that up. I suppose it'd be when Gin was at the academy. I plan on printing a nice font of this and painting a picture of Gin in a kimono with a cresent moon above him on the side or bottom.