Fair is what you pay at the bus stop

Unfairness has been the leech on my back
I care not to remove
I'll feed it
And grow it
From all the blood I consume
Its ugly and scary
And no-one wants to see it
But we use it to our advantage if and when
We please it
Ugly isn't quite threatening
When you wear the right disguise
When the mold fits a frame
Constructed under lies
A secret room exists
Erected solely to produce cries
Begging for our destiny
While purchasing their ticket
To a better size
Because that was part of the prize
Now our tenderness for humanity
Lay lonely and bare
As we consider the size of our brand new underwear
Swallowing grateful pudding
In the front of a crowded room
Stuck in solitude
Lonely by the stairs...

T. Bruno