paper rock scissors

[Manslick]

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paper rock scissors

i sit on the duck of the bay
watching paper rock scissors
paper is in fine form today
peeps of scissors are in party mode

high sweet sing song
shines on the purple moon
while old ones suck the bong
and tounge a stupid tune

young girls swirl and sway
with agile toes
on rigid forms of men
who wait for their owed

a fire burns on the hill
an old man tends a still
a young turk marks a book
a hundred peeps partook.

full moon is on the rise
to claim its ancient prize
and them that know the game
gayly say their maiden name