Invisible Thief

To grow up is to
turn to shadow.
Everything becomes
a beer run–
everything becomes
a cigarette or a
condom or a craving
for the places all
good men go to forget
their human aches.
Your friends will
tell you the benefits
of suicide, how the
best thing a divorced
man can do in this life
is off himself.
Sadness is the image
of a man unraveling.
Always beer on the jacket,
always the vague suggestion
of regret on his breath.
If you do not find
your women in whorehouses,
you will find them in caskets.
If you do not find them
in caskets, kill every
girlfriend before adulthood
teaches her how to
steal your cigarettes,
your liquor, your manhood,
your death.

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