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The East Side Projects

Updated on January 22, 2012


A Rookie,

but he was walking his beat,

never really feeling the summer heat,

young girls on corners pulling tricks,

on a post where every other incident

seemed to call for night-sticks,

the East Side Projects,

were a world unto themselves,

decay and despair were on the top shelves,

there, life would drain

in a twenty-four hour super market

for heroin and cocaine,

and, as if the terrain

wasn’t bad enough,

the gang violence was known as

the Summer Olympics,

that was just insane,

but it was all for kicks,

all this kept the rookie reeling,

as he watched all the texting,

and the drug dealing,

the homeless people were shocking,

but quiet, sensible and self mocking,

the streets were littered with trash,

short on cash?

That’s no shit,

you could go into a corner bodega

and take it,

the East Side Projects was a never ending tale,

but it was really designed to fail.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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      Joyce Haragsim 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

      You nailed this poem you are so right bad kids make such a mess. Voted you up and awesome

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      Thank you so much writer20 for reading my East side projects :)

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