Brothers of Labor

by Butterfly

Messengers in sweat reminding me 
of home
the guys that did it  
got into it   
became it   
to make it

The old guys. . .
knowing the vibes
the classics 
the rewinds of life

They tell the younger brothas who refuse
to-- "listen to an ol' man"
. . .the old guys just watch them play
the same ol' tunes    
til they've been played
then. . . they sit    have a beer 
listen and understand 

brothas in suits--ouch--

dressed in pheromones
every walk  every stride
every casual turn or 
sliding hand down
lips and  chin

there's not a one
time hasn't taken
placed in a corner
up against a wall
in the barracks of his brain
for the crime of his soul
to do it  get into it   become it 
to make it

               - a Butterfly's opinion -

Brothers of Labor by Butterfly

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