Life is like a sharp stick…

It was selected, I’m guessing by my maker.

Leaving an impression in Tyler’s left leg

Us kids at an attempt to outsmart the frog pond as if we knew where harm might be hiding.

Chatter amongst us warriors having found this useful.

It was amplified in our minds that we had power with these sticks.

We could avenge addiction, abuse, and learn to parent.

If we just wielded a fine one.