Why didn't I grow up to be (Barbie's Ken?)

When I was just a child, I was filled, with great notions of Duty and Honor

I played,G.I. Joe's all the day long, I never lost a battle, and I always won

The enemy never stood a chance, because I'd never missed a  salute or a flag running up a pole

 I would advance on fields of plastic men and their artillery

I'd capture each and every bad guy, out there; none of them would ever get away

Now I am finally getting my chance, I am going to protect our nation

I will fight with Pride and Honor; I'll die if I must, because it is an ingrained trust

I wish; as when I was a child, and got shot dead I could hop right back up 

                                                        and

Do it all again, for my loved ones, at least until the war was won

But, here I am now cowering, deep inside, hiding from the unseen enemy

Wishing I would have played more, with my sisters "Barbie Dolls"

Though I will tough it out, after all I am an "American Boy"

When we were boys, we'd play war from dusk till dawn, G.I. Joe's and dirt clod fights

We'd even take it as far as strapping extra clothes on and pulling out our B.B. Gun's

Man!  We were hard cases, now it's the "Real Deal".

I am the only one left
 
Johnny and Billy

Have gotten all blown up, with the rest of our out-fit

Heck they never saw it coming; they never heard a thing, just a flash of light

Then a long silent pause, a small hazing fog, and a giant creator

Damn it all !  Why didn't I grow up to be Ken?

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man