Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun.


51. Poem

Title: Brood


I brood over

my lunch of peanut butter and jelly and

listlessly pick crumbs

off the plate under the worried gazes

of those who followed me.

They don't understand me

and how could they when

they don't even have their own fan base!

Well…Legato could, maybe,

but he doesn't get his own day!

I don't think even Häagen-Dazs is going to help this one.