Shortest But Widest

A blue wax birthday candle
That is burned at either end
Can't seem to find a handle
Too many dull-witted trends

One of seven wood tiles
Face of letter turned down
Wishing there were some files
On how to become a clown

Bruised tiny, shiny marble
It's all alone by itself
Try to stand and be stable
Like books sitting on a shelf

Two coins making eleven
Keep working to make money
Her saying we are even
That's a real good one honey

Cap with no bottle to it
Maybe had one too many
Watch a person have a fit
Realized it was uncanny

Needles and some safety pins
Just one of six little bins
Years and years of evil sins
Nobody forever wins