Written: 6/21/2025
Sent as an emerging
after thought to work
the community pool.
Sent to the pool park
where 4 cartel kids
we're executed by
4 high school classmates.
I walk and was told by
a mother that there's
a needle lying on the
edge of the walkway.
I walk behind the pool
area and see the dimly
lit tweakers out on the
grass with
fentanyl aluminum foil
syringes laying in the
tan bark at the
playground.
Considered walking up
and punching the bald
tweaker in the face
when I see the kids
swimming past the fence.
But what would that change?
As I walked back to
the front I thought on
how the world is satan's
realm and
there isn't much I can
do to change that.
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 12:52 PM UTC
Written: 6/21/2025
Sent as an emerging
after thought to work
the community pool.
Sent to the pool park
where 4 cartel kids
we're executed by
4 high school classmates.
I walk and was told by
a mother that there's
a needle lying on the
edge of the walkway.
I walk behind the pool
area and see the dimly
lit tweakers out on the
grass with
fentanyl aluminum foil
syringes laying in the
tan bark at the
playground.
Considered walking up
and punching the bald
tweaker in the face
when I see the kids
swimming past the fence.
But what would that change?
As I walked back to
the front I thought on
how the world is satan's
realm and
there isn't much I can
do to change that.
a poem about yesterdays work shift © Jun 21, Sean C. Stucki slice • of • life
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