A/N: Eh?
Ode to a pineapple
That freedom you
So painfully longed for
A person so very apathetic
To the suffering of others
Their physical and metal pain
Caused by you
Betrayal and Illusions
Those are your silly Games
Betrayed by your peers
Hungry for revenge
Destroying the Family
Exiled and Hidden from the World
Breaking Free
From your watery prison
Seeking to Take Over
A displaced king in a foreign land,
A crown-prince who felt equally at home
In a blood-bathed court as he did
Amongst the painted faces of a carnival
There have been many aliases,
A healthy set of ethnic backgrounds
To which he could lay claim to,
But an identity that never changes
Paths remain constant with each rebirth
Losing count of how many turns
Of the Wheel he'd been on
He remembers living as a king,
A bishop, a beggar, growing up in street slums
And dining with the Queen
He remembers grazing pastures as cattle too
All in all, however, his memories as a tropical fruit
Are the Best
At least he'd been appreciated for simply living
The Pride of a dear skylark
So bruised and broken
Leading to increased hatred
Causing the creation of a new bond
A new destiny, a caring Tuna,
A way out of his desolate environment
So on this day, ten years later,
while protecting his so called 'famiglia'
he remembers what it was like
Just floating in a jar of preservative like fluids
Incidentally, he'd made one hell of a pineapple
And a pickled pineapple from hell celebrates his birthday~ Happy birthday Muku-Pyon~
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