advice

Bongo drums and sharp razor

blade woodwind cuts the heart

bare to air and world, that's jazzy.

He chuckles to himself, when he

recounts. Recounts the number 

of times he should have been dead.

This scar was a knife and this one,

a bullet. Equal in size, not shape,

or pain. Brothers are haphazard,

He warns to not trust gangster

brothers or worse, twins. Identical

twisted turns, veins thick, bulging blood, 

shot eyes twitching miles away.

They know when one is angry.

Don't trust crime families, or the

similance of. Inside every business

that's family is crime like inside every

family is the business of crime.