I saw another poem like this and wanted to do another like it, so sorry Farla the © for the idea goes to you. If you want to see the, well original if you could call it that, go to:
again sorry Farla D:
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Why?
Why are we doomed to follow them like servants?
Why must we follow their every command?
Why are we subject to their will?
Chained to them till we or they die.
Why?
Does the red energy affect how we think?
Do the Poke balls affect how we think or act?
Or do they earn our trust?
Over time.
Are they nice?
Are they friendly?
I shall never be caught in a poke ball,
No, I shall never be caught.
Life in the wild may not be easy,
But it's this or be chained to their side.