Hara Kiri, A Step At A Time

I started with a clean sheet, with her name calligraphed across my heart
The Geisha moulded me like Origami pieces
Folding me over, cropping and creasing

I thought ours would be a Sakura Spring
The perfect arrangement, an Ikebana creation
Instead, she stunted and tonsured me like a Bonsai

The Zen-like life I looked forward to, a Kabuki stage of theatrical performance
Taiko drums and Jujutsu bouts of battle every day
Sharp words like pungent Wasabi, me shred into Sashimi slivers
Followed by too much Sake to dull the senses

Now this proud Samurai has been beaten into submission
A mere Manga caricature, ready to say Sayonara to the world