My Public Service Part One
My occupation is supplying individuals with the substance of their worst desire
Most dealers driving force is the desire to increase their wealth, monetary gain
My driving force the result of my own treacherous case of Heroin addiction.
Sharing the same desires and disease as the individuals that I serve daily.
I have tried other fields of employment, none able to sustain my habit.
Legal jobs only pay two to four times a month, leaving too many cashless days
Cash Jobs often require distant travel, early arrivals, and back breaking work
Any of these three downfalls, enough to bring about a feeling of dope sickness
Boosting involves to many unknowns, and the real possibility of utter failure.
Cooking meth can blow up in your face, both literally and figuratively speaking.
People will always judge others whose choice differs from their own.
Still believing drug dealing inevitably causes massive collateral damage.
my customers are more than willing, consenting adults, I don't serve children
My personal choice affecting only me, what I ingest, won't make anyone else high
Myths created to disgrace peddlers and users of substances they don't condone
Each day I receive dozens of phone calls and text messages, almost non-stop
All requesting the assistance of my Community based Service (in my opinion)
I make numerous trips to different parts of town, from rural to suburbia
Meeting fellow diseased individuals who seek a cure for today's illness.
Without the service I provide, numerous people would be left to suffer
The damage isn't created by my presence, it exists in my absence.
Most customers so grateful they could alleviate a days worth of pain
However, not all transactions are appreciated or simple in nature.
From time to time, I encounter a broke customer, wanting a front
They lack the fee of admittance, but refuse to get out of the line.
Forced to be firm, but still fair, I provide a service, not a charity
Others refuse to follow my simplest of directions, all issued with purpose
Unaware their lack of obedience may jeopardize both of our freedoms
Some lack any patience, constantly calling and/or texting my phone
Unwilling to cease their onslaught until their demands are at least heard
Occasionally, I encounter a person who believes I somehow wronged them
These trouble makers I give an easy two choice question to choose.
The two options being: Grin and bear it, or leave completely empty handed.
Copyright © Anthony Guccia | Year Posted 2016
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