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Rated: E · Poetry · Comedy · #1940035
A fairy tale with a new character and urban twist
People have heard of Little Boy Blue due to storybooks and his mother.
The dark side of the coin was Little Boy Blue had a brother.
His mother never mentions the other because his father left her on her back.
One was Little Boy Blue, and the other was Little Boy Black.

Black's mother mistreated him, but he thought it was “all good.”
Blue was favored by his mother; Black was favored by the neighborhood.
Sometimes, their mother's preferential treatment caused fist fights.
One scuffle was brutal because Blue got more pig feet last night.

While Little Boy Blue would blow his horn,
Little Boy Black consoled single mothers filled with scorn.
He would drop off groceries for women who struggled to get by.
When tears saturated their faces, he would wipe them from their eyes.

When they saw him, their eyes lit up like a child receiving a cookie.
For all that he did, he never asked for any nooky.
He became a gentleman with his name shouted among their cheers.
He never asked for any favors, but some happily volunteered.

He helped drug addicts by hiding their syringes.
If someone’s door were dangling, he repaired the hinges.
He changed motor oil for those who could not pay.
He hid someone’s car if repomen tried to take it away.

He was a pretty good guy, but he was not always nice.
He occasionally hustled in the streets with a pair of loaded dice.
Red and blue lights chased him throughout the city.
But they never brought him in; they had too much pity.

He got jobs for people and often stopped gang fights.
He volunteered to teach children about civil rights.
He befriended fatherless kids and tucked them in at night.
Sometimes, he chased the dope peddlers and gave them a fight.

Black and Blue got older, and things began to change.
They actually got along, and others thought it was strange.
Black drug dealers causing trouble in the neighborhood.
He punched and chased every one that he could.

He interfered with their business, and they were getting tired.
Some of them had enough; they wanted his life to expire.
They wanted to bury Black far below sea level.
They finally hired a wicked hitman named Ebony Devil.

Ebony Devil was known for making people disappear.
He filled up the coroner’s office, year after year.
The drug dealers had money, yet they were nervous.
They did not want to die for offering the wrong price for his service.

He finally said, “Put away your wallets; this one’s on me.
Black got too close to my sister.  I’ll kill him for free.”
Black was walking alone in the streets one night.
He was surrounded by beams from cool-blue headlights.

His eyes were blinded, but his instincts were sharp.
He knew these people wanted to tear him apart.

He slowly raised his hands without making any sudden moves.
Windows were slightly opened to create small grooves.
Black stood still in the dark and rural intersection.
Pistols peered through lowered windows in his direction.

He knew this might be the end of his life.
He messed with the wrong kind of strife.
A car door opened with a trail of endo smoke following a black suit.
There was no doubt; his identity was absolute.

Ebony Devil looked upon Black and spit in his face.
He said, “I’m gonna kill you for taking my sister’s virginity in the first place!”
Black loved ED’s sister, and he always treated her right.
However, her brother would always consider it a blasphemous sight.

ED clenched his fist and swung at Black’s face.
Black ducked with lightening quickness and kicked ED’s private place.
He fell on the ground and crouched in pain.
ED attempted to rise to his feet, but it was in vain.

Car doors flew open, and Black did not know what to do.
He saw he was completely surrounded by ED’s crew.
They helped their boss to his feet and cornered Black in an alley.
They firearms were pulled like pompoms in a pep rally.

Black closed his eyes and embraced the end.
However, this was when the fight really began.
ED was suddenly surrounded by a large opposition.
Nevertheless, he was far from through.

Blue called some friends and formed his own crew.
Humpty Dumpty's sawed-off shotgun aimed at the drug dealers’ backs.
They did not even blink: Everybody knew Humpty was cracked.
Although she was cute, nobody did not mess with Little Bo Peep.

Word in the street was she smuggled military weapons in her sheep.
The Dish and the Spoon ran in the alley, and they were bold.
They said, “You know what we are; we know how to serve revenge cold.”
The cat opened the case to his fiddle, revealing a pistol and a machete.

He said, “Don’t give me a reason to turn you into confetti!”
They looked up to see the cow coming down from the moon.
She said, “I have enough C4 in my gut to make us all go BOOM!”
Blue walked in the alley with his trumpet in one hand and a .357 Magnum in the other.

They knew there would be hell to pay if they hurt Blue’s brother.
Most of ED's crew dropped their weapons and left the alley in peace.
However, ED wanted to continue until one of them became deceased.
He challenged Black to a fight, one on one.

He clenched his fists and dropped his gun.
Black wanted to end this with honor and accepted the fight.
Blue’s crew promised neutrality as long as nothing was dirty and done right.
ED swung at Black’s head and hit him dead in the nose.
Blood streamed out like water from a hose.

Black was blinded, but he was not through.
He threw a couple of jabs and hooks in two.
They dazed ED, and he swung like mad.
He knew he couldn't win, but he wanted to kill Black, bad.

He tried to pull a knife, but Black finished him off.
Later, Ebony Devil's body was laid in chalk.
Ebony Devil could not accept life was over.
However, the tunnel's light meant time to crossover.
Blue glanced around and said, “It's time to go straight.”

However, many never held regular jobs.
They feared it was too late.  Blue raised his horn and said,
“School is in session!  I am going to give you all music lessons!”
They formed a band, and they were very good.

They opened a club in the neighborhood.
They formed quite the ensemble!
And they brought the thunder.
And Black played the harmonica like Stevie Wonder.

Their music shook many ceilings and warped numerous rafters.
It is needless to say they lived “happily ever after.”
On Wednesday evenings, most patrons were not in sight.
The Three Men in the Tub ran the club on gay night.
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