Here's a short poem I wrote in the middle of the night with an expo marker. Hope you enjoy!
He, The Player
He plays his game
That causes much pain
Every single girl he dates, a pawn
But tomorrow you'll see him
And notice she's gone
While he does this, what do most people do?
Nothing, just watch as he gets some one new
Few try to stop his little game
But to no prevail, they hide in shame
He does this every day
He, the player, Sasuke
That's is it, any ways this is the second thing I put on Fan-fiction. K?
Sasuke:is this insulting me?
MarshMello:Maybe
Sasuke:Wheres Sakura?
MarshMello:She is hanging out with Crazy Chainsaw Man(read other story)
Sasuke:twitch twitch
Sasuke:twitchy, twitchy, twitch
MarshMello:I'll read the disclaimer, I do not own Naruto, but if I did Sasuke would go back to Konoha and feel guilty for leaving(MWAHAHAHAHA)