Like two brothers, fighting it out, one is taller, the other more stout.
Which one will win in the decade long fight, who will be supreme in the reach for the heights?
As we smoke their cousins on that back porch, neither realize they are destined for the torch. For one will rot before the other, leading to both being needed to be smothered.
Who will win in this battle of supremacy, why man for sure, don’t you see. For the day will come when both are rotted, and I will decide it’s time for them to be tottered.