Scissors beats PaperA Poem by Gaston Villanuevamy first submission to Writers Cafe
They say Death was left-handed and never sober.
They say Life had a garden and loved to paint. Rumor has it they met in middle school but went their separate ways after an argument over Them. The argument was about who would get Them longer and after many years of bickering, they came to an agreement. Ro-Sham-Bo with the utter-most consequences. The winner got to entertain Them with parties and aimless adventures. To interact with them for a lifetime. The other got Them the rest of the time but couldn't feel joy anymore. Scissors beats paper. So the victor had a backyard with a monstrous pool and seven shades of grass where They chased wind all day and all night. The other gargled time away and waited, mainly playing games of Solitaire. They say when it's time, Death plants Them in Life's garden and waves 'em goodbye with a drunken left hand. Life sullenly welcomes 'em in and cries as he watches Them paint a new life.
© 2015 Gaston VillanuevaAuthor's Note
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