SHINOBI
Another mother lost her son Woven basket weave with the light leaves life has begun. A son one of one born under the sun, a true deal done. A dastardly deal with no true thought coming from the mom. Down the river the currents scream please. "I know the violence down the river, this baby needs to leave" The river begged and pleaded, but mama left and had proceeded. Baby blue bawling as his fate was perniciously conceded. Mama's katana battles with the Mens Rea. Her blade sharp and young but mentally too played out. A true golden goose wrapped in loose foil All for the chance to be the spoiled Mama is it worth it? Baby down the river crying in quiet shivers. Mama got her ring and the bling now the guilty conscious simmers. Unfortunately rice, miso, and fish don't make a dinner A true man, man's man, manliest of them all a true winner. Mama unfortunately lost her winner. Now it's in the winter A tall figure, slender with tha' agenda Mama left her home door open as it steadily creaks promptly. A voice echoes out to her, "You", as she said "I'm sorry?" He pulled back his hoodie and asked, "Do you remember me mommy..?" ...TBC
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