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Brotherly Love

On the way home from theater.
Speculating next week's feature.
Suddenly, a man jumps out,
Put's a gun in her mouth.
I don't have a chance to pull my wallet.
Because he doesn't hesitate to put a bullet in her gullet.
He turn's to me.
It's my own sweet brother.
A round in the head, I'll soon meet my mother.

A week later, dazed and confused.
I come to in an ICU.
Lots of tubes, and a paper gown.
A roll of gauze on my crown.
I look around, the room is empty.
I call her name, and wished I didn't.
Because the memories came rushing back.
Fast and hard. I shook the rack,
that held the painkillers and IV.
The nurse comes to put me to sleep.
I sit up and tell I just need to eat.
As I eat the grey flavored meal, I think about my wife.
I ask the orderly about her condition.
She says someone took her life.
I eat my peas. Hold my tongue.
My brother and I are gonna have some fun.

I'm out in 3, minus the week.
I call a cab. "Seventh Street."
I go in my house, grab my glock.
It's almost four by the clock.
I think about all the ways I want to hurt him.
Make him suffer. He's going to die.
Before I'm done, it may be suicide.

I watch him for a few weeks.
Ignorant ass thinks I'm dead.
His impertinant whistling has me seeing red.
But as he nears his house, after leaving the car,
His home blows up with a fiery roar.
His care burst in flames that burn the road.
With one push of a button, I've ruined his life.
But I'm not done, just wait 'til tonight.

At least now, I know why.
With no mother or father,
We were each others beneficiaries.
I was the target.
I should have died.
She was never supposed to go.
This is why I showed up at his firm, and asked to see him.
I'm buzzed into his office, with a slight limp.
I close the door.
He get's up to say introduce his brand.
I look at the floor, I'm in disguise.
He can't recognize his brother with his evil eyes.
He comes around to shake my hand.
That's when the my fist comes up like a ram.
Bloody his nose,
Black his eye,
Let him in on my little lie.
I'm tempted to tell him I'm not dead.
But I let him think this is just a random,
Senseless act of violence.
I beat the shit out of him,
And say not a word.
I leave to go fuck up his girl.

Same attire, I want him to know his number is up.
I'm going to have a real good fuck.
Knock on the door.
Ring the doorbell.
She opens up, invites me in.
I feed her some line about charity.
I pull out the duck tape and get to work.
I don't use protection, let's knock her up.

Guess who's home my brother is living around,
Now that his is burned to the ground.
That's just the way I want it.
Because tonight, I'm waiting outside my window.
Watching him watch our television.
Watching him eat our food.
Watching him sleep in OUR bed.
Where we made love that one last time
Before he took you from me.

Finally, I can hear the snoring.
I use my key to unlock the back door.
I ease down the hall into the bedroom.
I turn on the lamp. He stirs.
I say his name. He opens his eyes.
He jumps out of bed and goes for his gun.
Before realizing that in each hand I hold one.
That's when the questions start.
"Why are you here?"
"I thought you were dead."
"Why is there a bandage on your head?"

Without a word, I raise the gun.
And put a bullet, in his gullet.