My boy, keep this
In mind
No matter where
You might go or do,
You’re more than likely
To meet more
Than your share of stark
Blank stares waiting
In line expressly for you—
For Pete’s sake,
Whatever you do, if
And when you happen
To see the dullish whites
Of their eyes, forget the ears
And aim right for their hearts,
Keeping in mind what
I taught you—always
Use plenty
Of live lovely ammo, too.
