This poem was actually inspired by a Mitch Hedberg joke, though I thought it out with darker implications.
The rows of bleachers lie unclaimed
As silence rules the hardwood floors
While miles away children stare
As the cement courts are stained crimson
And gunfire fills the night skies
On the highway two lumber trucks pass
But no one stops to wonder why
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