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