Light yr cigarettes as fast as you can
& always keep the flame inside yr hand
Keep yr gun barrels dull
because shiny weapons alert the enemy
A woman's children will fear her
by the company she keeps
Some men really do care
only about their own pleasure
Be a martyr
it's hard work but it pays well
Never expect kindness
but always be thankful for it
& on the nights when there's no yelling or bruising
do not take it for granted
because the anger demons are white ghosts
that return to stand at the foot of yr bed
& hiss in yr ear forever more
leaving fingerprints of chalk on yr pillow
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