Pausing rock-paper-scissors

while I pull this trigger

setting surety in the place

where games once raced

Chance is child’s play

imagination gone astray and

I’ve outgrown rubbled streets

that trip my stride and cut my feet

Behind this barrel, no peril waits

no drawing straws or cheating fate

no pinning tails or swinging sticks

This aim means that my target’s fixed

Save those spin skills and your tricks

My record turns with no remix

Not even in youth did I keep play dates

Life’s too real to bite off that bait

Only true hearts can step to this temple

So let me post notice, keep it real simple

Pack up your toys and be on your way

Like ma always said, go outside to play