Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII. It is the property of Square-Enix. This is purely for the fun of writing and for people's enjoyment.
Title: The Man in the Pipe
Rating: PG
Word Count: 660
Warning(s): No likey the poetry? Then you shouldn't read! XP
Summary: The Man in the Pipe who lived in the Sector Five Slums gets more attention than he realizes.
Dedication: To anyone out there who only feels like saying "Uhhh!" and "Ughhh!" when strangers run up to them. XP
A/N: Well, I decided to write a poem about that man that not too many people seem to take notice of. Why? I was bored, feeling sick, and I was playing FFVII and so I got inspired by a weird thing… so sue me! XD I thought it was rather interesting to come across this character in the game. Sure he says nothing but it's because of him that you start hearing the whole tattoo business and when you play the game again, you realize that he was a part of the whole Reunion that was to take place. It starts off with a person looking down on him then ending on a different note. Anyway, I thought it would be interesting to write a little something in dedication to him. I hope you enjoy this little side-poem of utter nonsense that came to me in the spur of the moment. XD
The Man in the Pipe
The man in the pipe
How horrible it must be
To be a pitiful life;
That will never be me.
The man in the pipe
How he lies there all day
Ignoring the world's hype
Perhaps that's the only way.
The man in the pipe
Skin bearing the number two
Was he ever a part of this strife?
Is that really true?
The man in the pipe
There must be more to him
He doesn't seem to be the type
To always be so grim.
The man in the pipe
Perhaps there's a well
Where he grew to be so ripe
And the Angels saw him fell.
The man in the pipe
No words escape his lips
As if a target to be sniped,
Watching the Flow begin to drip.
The man in the pipe
Left to suffer alone
His tears ailing to be wiped
Having his bones turned to stone.
The man in the pipe
He was taken now
No breath left to swipe,
No body left to bow.
But still, if you think about it
There's more beyond your brow
Then what seems to fit
Into everything somehow…