Started out in a sea of me-
Parted from brothers of familiarity-
Comparingly a short journy to the egg of hers-
Came in a cup labelled formally "Anonymous soldiers"-
Kicking moris code demanding "feed us"-
I was youngest, a difference of a minute leaving the fetus-
From the second of liberation I knew my place-
Second to one with the same face-
I got an "A" he perfected an "A Plus"-
With each passing day my loved formed more rust-
Sure my parents fed me...but only enough-

After I moved out, contact became less-
Even with a PhD I was still second best-

In around the age of eighty one-
I read a story entitled "The Neglected Son"-
The authors name "Chester Desting"-
In the back, a picture of a man standing-
His story and face held many similarities to mine-
I did some research and got what I wanted to find-
Chester was twenty at the beginning of my time-
and not to long ago he apperently died-
A rumour was a float, with boyanncy-
And my suspiscion formed truth infront of me-
At the age of twenty, he made sperm deposits-
Basically he needed something to line his pockets-
It also read the address of his barial ground-
Which via a plane and an expensive taxi I found-
It lay in a forest, through a narrow trail-
His stone read "Chester Desting - Chase your tale"
-Bruklor-