Dear Child

Dear younger selfWell childYou've turned 18Reached the pinnacle of adulthood, right?Here's a rolled up newspaperMake sure you whack those wolves hardThey mean businessOut for bloodBe wary of those that are familiarThey'll stab you in the heart, far faster than strangersOh, and believe me, not everyone has your best interests in mindYou'll learn that lesson with timeGood luck, it's a wild jungle out there.