Disclaimer: This is not mine.
A/N: This is, as I said, a poem by Scarlet of the Shinra. Well, there isn't much to say, but if you have questions, put them in the review (and R&R).
Old men smoking behind closed doors.
Discussing life with expensive whores.
Fixing their ties, filling their pipes,
Badgering each other with petty gripes.
Blond old fool, dumber than Marcel,
He owns the world but you couldn't tell.
Fat old git, thinks he's in control.
Over his head in lard on the whole.
Crazy little Jap, smart but young.
Somebody somewhere got him unstrung.
Then there's Reeve. Doesn't understand
That this world's hist'ry's already planned.
Oh, and me. Power 'neath the throne.
Face of a little girl, mischief prone.
Intent hidden behind gold locks,
Face on an angel, mind of a fox.
Four little pawns, under the queen.
Minds all clouded and perceptive green.
They wear what hearts they have on my sleeve.
Stupid, delusional, crazy, naive.
And little pres. Not quite as thick.
Inexperienced, catches on quick.
Not so evil, in a world apart.
Poetic. So sad. I'm crying out my heart.
Five little children, aging fast.
Minds still focused on prosperous past.
At this point, the future looks bright.
Never know. That could be the light.
You get mad. You know I'm the boss.
You know I respect you, don't be cross.
Can't stay mad at the Scarlet Woman.
The next night we're right back where we began.
Five little horses, so pretty.
All serve a purpose, and that is me.
Old men smoking throughout the night,
Lucky that smoke clouded their hindsight.
A/N: This is, as I said, a poem by Scarlet of the Shinra. Well, there isn't much to say, but if you have questions, put them in the review (and R&R).
Old men smoking behind closed doors.
Discussing life with expensive whores.
Fixing their ties, filling their pipes,
Badgering each other with petty gripes.
Blond old fool, dumber than Marcel,
He owns the world but you couldn't tell.
Fat old git, thinks he's in control.
Over his head in lard on the whole.
Crazy little Jap, smart but young.
Somebody somewhere got him unstrung.
Then there's Reeve. Doesn't understand
That this world's hist'ry's already planned.
Oh, and me. Power 'neath the throne.
Face of a little girl, mischief prone.
Intent hidden behind gold locks,
Face on an angel, mind of a fox.
Four little pawns, under the queen.
Minds all clouded and perceptive green.
They wear what hearts they have on my sleeve.
Stupid, delusional, crazy, naive.
And little pres. Not quite as thick.
Inexperienced, catches on quick.
Not so evil, in a world apart.
Poetic. So sad. I'm crying out my heart.
Five little children, aging fast.
Minds still focused on prosperous past.
At this point, the future looks bright.
Never know. That could be the light.
You get mad. You know I'm the boss.
You know I respect you, don't be cross.
Can't stay mad at the Scarlet Woman.
The next night we're right back where we began.
Five little horses, so pretty.
All serve a purpose, and that is me.
Old men smoking throughout the night,
Lucky that smoke clouded their hindsight.