On the Ground

I was throwing away everything, I was throwing away my phone

When it hit me

The scissors from the sky

I flung them ricochet style rotating through the air blades open

They puncture a good man’s head

They pop the balloon

I cut its string to set it fly

They hit the ground

Clatter

No one is remiss

About a pair of scissors on the sidewalk

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