Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Final Fantasy VII Poems ❯ Reno: What? ( Chapter 11 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Sesshy is sexii 
Reno. Up close and personal. Note: Heavy cussing due to the effect of the poem.
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Reno. Up close and personal. Note: Heavy cussing due to the effect of the poem.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Romance / Psychological / Angst | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 01.31.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 282 | Visits: 144 | Status: Completed
What?
What?
You got something to say?
Cause you keep staring
at my face.
What?
You think I'm a disgrace?
Someone who is a waste of space?
You don't have a
fucking clue do you?
A pansy-assed bastard like you.
You don't know what
I have to go through.
What was that?
Did I ask for your sympathy,
your pity, your empathy?
No?
Then shut the hell up.
God, I am so sick of you.
Actually, there is something
I wanna say to you.
Get.
The.
Hell.
Out.
Of.
My.
Friggin.
Face.
I never asked for your opinion.
Never wanted to be looked down on by you...
I'm a Turk.
It's my job.
If you can't get that through
your thick head,
then good night to you.
Cause the next time
I'm gonna probably see you,
you'll get a close up view of the light.
You'll be so filled with fright.
You're gonna beg for your life.
Why?
Cause you're about to die.
How do I know?
I am a Turk.
That's my job.
That's my crappy excuse.
What's your excuse
for your fucked up life?
What?
You got something to say?
Cause you keep staring
at my face.
What?
You think I'm a disgrace?
Someone who is a waste of space?
You don't have a
fucking clue do you?
A pansy-assed bastard like you.
You don't know what
I have to go through.
What was that?
Did I ask for your sympathy,
your pity, your empathy?
No?
Then shut the hell up.
God, I am so sick of you.
Actually, there is something
I wanna say to you.
Get.
The.
Hell.
Out.
Of.
My.
Friggin.
Face.
I never asked for your opinion.
Never wanted to be looked down on by you...
I'm a Turk.
It's my job.
If you can't get that through
your thick head,
then good night to you.
Cause the next time
I'm gonna probably see you,
you'll get a close up view of the light.
You'll be so filled with fright.
You're gonna beg for your life.
Why?
Cause you're about to die.
How do I know?
I am a Turk.
That's my job.
That's my crappy excuse.
What's your excuse
for your fucked up life?