every morning
as
my twin boys
walk out the door
into the perilous world
the last thing
i say
after the
i love you and
have a good day
is remember boys
make good choices
because no matter
the mask you wear
or the well crafted
song and dance
it is your actions
that speak louder
than your words
no matter how
many flowers you surround
the casket with
everyone can still
smell your rot
your stinking shit
so own it
no one
forced your hand
no one here a victim
but volunteers