I’m the great equalizer.I’m the Human Body.Rich or poor, scholar or not,I come shaped by same quiet plan.Thirty-two teeth,for chewing ambition.Two lungs,for sighing at morning alarms.No exception, no upgrades. I keep two hundred and six bones—though you treat them like stunt props.My ribs? Twelve pairs,a flimsy picket fence around the heart.And yes, I gave you…