bright-eyed neophyte
sitting in soft expectation
before him.
"You gotta dish it out hard and mean,
'cause if you don't,
they're gonna kick you where
it counts,
and you gotta get your foot in there
first.
They're gonna cut ya, see?
They're gonna try and take
your goddam head off and
laugh about it.
They don't give a rat's ass
what happens to you, so
you gotta cave their faces in
you gotta be strong
and not look back
and not think there was
any other way
you coulda dealt with
the sonsuvbitches."
With that, the young one
rose, went over
to the battle-scarred
warrior,
kissed him softly on the forehead,
and slashed the old guy's throat
from ear to ear.
And he could have sworn,
as he turned and walked out,
that he heard a strangled voice say,
"good boy".
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