And now...a poem on Yuuya. *applause* Assuming he eloped with Mamirin already...
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 19
Ball And Chain
I don't mind, I don't mind.
That's why I say to myself all day, all night.
A true denial, yet a true admittance.
Everyone nags me, How come you've become one
With the people Robin Leach talk about?
Huh? Huh? Huh?
It's a blessing, and a curse.
It's a Act of God, and an Act of Old Scratchy.
It's delight, it's frustration.
It's a half-empty glass, a half-full glass.
I still ponder why I'm able to deal with this,
THIS! You, my precious Mami-chan, of all people,
Born from a clan of elites, trained like a Oxford grad,
Talking like an English rose...
An me, born from a clan of nobodies,
second to my best friend in terms of popularity,
Talking...in keigo.
You notice the discrepancy. Of course you do.
But do you notice how others feel for it?
I mean, at first, I couldn't comprehend this situation,
You love me some much, and I love you, but it becomes more
One-way.
You unleash hell whenever I'm with someone else,
And I have to be subordinate to you.
Like a ball with chain.
You voice you harsh opinion over something,
And I have to second it,
Like a ball with chain.
You tell it like it is to Ran-chan,
And I only shake my head,
Like a ball with chain.
You beat me up every time I do something wrong
And call me an idiot to boot,
And I only bow my head in remorse,
Like a ball with chain.
You say that I promise the world to you, but I don't,
And you embarrass me in front of an arena of brotherhood,
And they mock me, scourge me, whip me till I am
A piece of meat.
Like a ball with chain.
You tell me, go this way,
But I say, I have to go that way,
And you say, go this way, or else I
Will force you to do so,
And I concede,
Like a ball with chain.
I complain how matriarchal our relationship has been,
And you say that you enjoy toying me around.
I'm not just any kogal's slave,
I'm yours.
A ball with chain,
Just waiting to be dragged.
There's no escape,
No denying,
No rebuttal,
No second opinion, no fourth opinion, no fifth, sixth, seventh, eighthninthtenth opinion,
No ifs, ands, or buts,
How could I refuse, when I am actually loving
Your company?
Come to think of it, I'm sure you would blush when I said this,
But, I do love being your slave when it comes to loving you.
I guess you can put a ball and chain to me now, huh?
I wander through the forest,
Trying to run,
Trying to hide,
Break on through to da uthaside,
And I can't. I don't deserve to.
And I won't.
You used to be a pain in my life.
Now I have come to be your company
Every time the two of us go somewhere.
We can make love on the beach, Hachiko, or a love hotel.
We can sip wine in the south of France, ponder the mysteries of Peru or Egypt,
Spread a little Aloha, or guzzle down champagne in Vegas,
Or just chill at my house-no, make that, your house,
As I make love to you wherever you go.
I can't help it now.
You're like this beautiful, pink, pure sugar
That comes out of cherry blossoms,
And is 1000 times sweeter than the regular white stuff;
The sweetness won't come out, no matter how hard I try,
It's still there. It has been, was, and always will be.
How could I refuse?
You're still that sweet taste in my mouth, Mami-chan.
Ever since we eloped last night,
Pillows, petals, and feathers all around us,
Naked in your bedroom, with no one to see us,
Your incessant moaning and groaning still roaring in my weary veins,
That sweet taste of pink sugar hasn't left.
I don't think it will ever leave.
That's the truth, Mami-chan...
I love you...
Don't you think?
Cause I'm your ball and chain.
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End Chapter 19
Next chapter: Monkey Boy!
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 19
Ball And Chain
I don't mind, I don't mind.
That's why I say to myself all day, all night.
A true denial, yet a true admittance.
Everyone nags me, How come you've become one
With the people Robin Leach talk about?
Huh? Huh? Huh?
It's a blessing, and a curse.
It's a Act of God, and an Act of Old Scratchy.
It's delight, it's frustration.
It's a half-empty glass, a half-full glass.
I still ponder why I'm able to deal with this,
THIS! You, my precious Mami-chan, of all people,
Born from a clan of elites, trained like a Oxford grad,
Talking like an English rose...
An me, born from a clan of nobodies,
second to my best friend in terms of popularity,
Talking...in keigo.
You notice the discrepancy. Of course you do.
But do you notice how others feel for it?
I mean, at first, I couldn't comprehend this situation,
You love me some much, and I love you, but it becomes more
One-way.
You unleash hell whenever I'm with someone else,
And I have to be subordinate to you.
Like a ball with chain.
You voice you harsh opinion over something,
And I have to second it,
Like a ball with chain.
You tell it like it is to Ran-chan,
And I only shake my head,
Like a ball with chain.
You beat me up every time I do something wrong
And call me an idiot to boot,
And I only bow my head in remorse,
Like a ball with chain.
You say that I promise the world to you, but I don't,
And you embarrass me in front of an arena of brotherhood,
And they mock me, scourge me, whip me till I am
A piece of meat.
Like a ball with chain.
You tell me, go this way,
But I say, I have to go that way,
And you say, go this way, or else I
Will force you to do so,
And I concede,
Like a ball with chain.
I complain how matriarchal our relationship has been,
And you say that you enjoy toying me around.
I'm not just any kogal's slave,
I'm yours.
A ball with chain,
Just waiting to be dragged.
There's no escape,
No denying,
No rebuttal,
No second opinion, no fourth opinion, no fifth, sixth, seventh, eighthninthtenth opinion,
No ifs, ands, or buts,
How could I refuse, when I am actually loving
Your company?
Come to think of it, I'm sure you would blush when I said this,
But, I do love being your slave when it comes to loving you.
I guess you can put a ball and chain to me now, huh?
I wander through the forest,
Trying to run,
Trying to hide,
Break on through to da uthaside,
And I can't. I don't deserve to.
And I won't.
You used to be a pain in my life.
Now I have come to be your company
Every time the two of us go somewhere.
We can make love on the beach, Hachiko, or a love hotel.
We can sip wine in the south of France, ponder the mysteries of Peru or Egypt,
Spread a little Aloha, or guzzle down champagne in Vegas,
Or just chill at my house-no, make that, your house,
As I make love to you wherever you go.
I can't help it now.
You're like this beautiful, pink, pure sugar
That comes out of cherry blossoms,
And is 1000 times sweeter than the regular white stuff;
The sweetness won't come out, no matter how hard I try,
It's still there. It has been, was, and always will be.
How could I refuse?
You're still that sweet taste in my mouth, Mami-chan.
Ever since we eloped last night,
Pillows, petals, and feathers all around us,
Naked in your bedroom, with no one to see us,
Your incessant moaning and groaning still roaring in my weary veins,
That sweet taste of pink sugar hasn't left.
I don't think it will ever leave.
That's the truth, Mami-chan...
I love you...
Don't you think?
Cause I'm your ball and chain.
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End Chapter 19
Next chapter: Monkey Boy!