
Uneven little boys
and their uneven little toys
battle every day
every night to keep the bad men away
Determined to get their share
While somewhat playing fair
Basking in the sun
are the pure like a Nun
Quenching their cool thirst
‘til the moon rises from the dust
Other toys fascinate the brothers
seeking respect from their lovers
Even with ammunition
still arouses demolition
The playing field is uneven
for the uneven little boys
Though adding machines make some mean
storing wealth unseen but green
On white paper
one becomes the star caper
All Robbing Hoods
for self-fulfilled goods
Lonely at the top befalls the mighty
who has no one left to congratulate him rightly
One shot to make it
If you’re lucky, one shot to take it
All Men Are Created Equal
Whereas documentation warrants a sequel
honoring a cast minus any equally equal
The sun catches the light
and the moon holds hostage
the soul in plight
Patting pockets so heavy and packed
Boastful are those screaming to be jacked
Unevenly unequally little boys
Along with their uneven little toys
can never grow
when their growth counts down below