Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
A/N: I should be working on something else, I know. (Do you?) I just needed a little break...
Sigh. Anyway, this is my first poem here, and it sucks. I'm also starting to worry about all these crazy ideas I get. This was written in Biology class, and if I fail at exam in Biology, it's because of this. So you'd better review, 'cause I – eh – never mind.
Oh. And why is it written in italics? Because I wanted to. So blah.
A SENTINEL'S REFLECTIONS
By Fata Morgana
I have no free will.
I was designed to kill.
I hunt down mutants and wipe them out
Even though they scream and shout.
There is no coffee break for me
Because I am never free.
Now they turn humans into us
I don't know if that's a minus or a plus
But I am sure their heads will say crack
When the muties start to fight back!
The white-haired one with lightening and thunder
Around her there is no place for blunder!
The berserker with the claws of metal
When he's done with you you're the size of a petal.
The one with exploding cards and red eyes,
And the married couple that never dies.
The Indian man was to be one of us:
The process failed; now he fights us with plasma thrusts!
The two with blue fur are impossible to catch
And when they all team together it is no even match.
But the worst part is when their powers switch –
It goes around in my head – which is which?
I am a machine. Have a little pity.
Soon I'll be dead and free of this – yipee!
