Rock Paper Scissors

ROCK PAPER SCISSORS I heard that somewhere in India they say ‘stone paper scissor’ And my bible says they stoned James to death, I am hoping I am not to be stoned, for what I would say And I pray the Angels may ‘bear me up in their hands, lest I dash mine feet against a stone’ In life we face these three stages, rock paper scissors And in each of these three their two opposite outcomes Either you cry or celebrate, regardless of your will But it all start with a thought Once thought life is a fantasy, follow suit, the legends did it this way They suffered the consequences and here they lay If you get that piece of paper, you are guaranteed of heaven Out of the blue you are cut out of the list Like you are the paper, life becomes your scissor She was a beauty, like an angel walking on earth Just before she could say a word she bites her lips and does the slow blink And the calm wind swindles her rubies dress, her name was Perth John charges himself to woe not to bethink And like a pair of scissors, malfunctioning, he was crushed Like a rock she never shed When he was a kid, he had a dream about being a rock star In those fancy clothes he would bling Like them at the top with a cigar But as they do, they left him raveling Scavenging the poor him to skinless Suffocating in a paper, breathless Falling rock like a meteor