Disclaimer: Okay, if I were Johan Vasquez (did I spell that right?) why in hell would I write a poetry-fic about my own show? Seriously, does anyone here think I'm Mr. Vasquez? *cricket chirps* Good, I thought so. Now sit down and shaddup and read this. Oh, and no flames please, doctor says if I keep smashing my head into windows I don't get any evil candy this year.



Why?



Why did you trick me?

Haven't I always been loyal?

Okay, so I make one mistake

Don't I deserve a second chance?

You could have just told me you didn't want me around.

I'm not that tall, I'm short. So what?

In all my years I never let you down

You called me strong, that was in the past.

So I accidentally attacked our own planet,

I was excited, you know me

There's nothing wrong with a little excitement

Over unleashing doom upon the filthy heads of our doomed enemies.

You said I had a secret mission

That all was forgiven.

The least you could have done

Was give me a decent S.I.R.

Well I'm back and I didn't expire in space

Like both of you hoped

Well Tallest, what do you think of me now?

Not only did I conquer earth without the armada

But now I'm almost taller than you!

Not so pathetic after all hah?

Not bad for the shortest irken is it?

However even now though, even now

As I sit here on my throne I can't help wondering

What if?

What if you had just told me the truth?