Rock...Paper...Scissor...Owned! Poem by Keel Lincoln

At a battle of rock, paper, and scissors,
I lost my right to be my own,
So now whether happy or in abhors,
I’ve become a confused drone.

How does such a contest,
Determine who I belong to,
Surely this is just a jest,
Or I know not what in this world is true.

Am I no longer my own,
Is this what is shown,
Is this what is known,
I’m nothing but a drone.

That rock,
That crushed the scissors,
That paper,
That was neglected,
Those scissors,
Shattered and lost me my rights,
Oh well,
Guess that’s life.