I will protect you,
I'll follow you through the Wastes,
Complain, grumble, shoot.
Sometimes I get stuck,
The rocks are just appealing,
And so is the ground.
Sometimes I run off,
Find a Cazadors' nest,
And end up dying.
What's antivenom,
I'll just hold this for you,
I'm a bit woozy.
I cannot hold that,
That is NCR armor,
I'll drop it right here.
Why did you shoot me,
I wasn't standing in your way,
I was walking here.
I can't climb or jump,
But I sure as hell can shoot,
And waste your ammo.
But I'll protect you,
Follow you to Earth's end,
Give my life for yours.
I was going through my old poems and going to revise a few. But then I found this, I remember writing this a while back, like in January, I guess I never posted it. It's a bit more light-hearted than most of mine, but I like it. I'll probably add more to it at some point, but for now I'm just going to throw it up. PM me if you need anything, and feel free to comment.
