Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto...
Summary: Just a bunch of random poems on the Akatsuki. Seventh in line, Sasori!!!
Sasori's Yellow
There once was a puppet,
that lived in a cave.
The cave of Akatsuki,
where no one behaved.
Where attitudes were horrid,
and some manners repulsive.
Where rage spread like fire,
and actions were impulsive.
That didn't matter though,
for the puppet had a dream.
A dream to be noticed,
a dream to be seen.
To be eternally beautiful,
to be eternally perfect.
To have all gaze in wonder,
without a single defect.
For when he was human,
he was filled with remorse.
How did he become perfect?
Became a puppet of course.
That's just what he did,
he made himself into a puppet.
There was only one problem though,
he had mixed the paint buckets.
Now he was yellow,
yellow as the sun.
Yellow as a daisy,
and like a sweet honey buns.
Needless to say,
the Akatsuki thought it great.
Not Kisame though,
for he could relate.
Sasori's nose was bright,
and his cheeks were even brighter.
His wooden lips were shiny,
just like his wooden bitters.
Yellow, yellow, and yellow,
is all that he saw.
When he looked into the mirror,
his nails began to claw.
At the paint that was on his face,
and on his shiny lips.
He ripped away and the wooden cover,
that covered on his hips.
He pulled and cracked the wood,
that had been on his hands.
He chipped away at the pieces,
that had formed his security bands.
He scratched and bit at his hard skinned shell,
and let the pieces fall.
He heard the wood chips hit the floor,
and bounce against the wall.
Then he stopped the clawing,
the pulling and scratching too.
He looked at himself in the mirror,
.and then didn't know what to do.
He brought his hand to his face,
and felt softly skin, not lead.
Then as he began to realize it all,
this is what he said.
"No matter what I am,
no matter what I've heard.
I am still only a man,
in this cold and lonely world."
Author's Note
Poor Sasori. Well, this is a deeper meaninged poem if one can understand it. Please review...
