at the DMV
withering on the line
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1 min readJul 1, 2019
on line at the DMV,
and I do sincerely fear,
could be here another hour,
or I might be here a year
uniformed guard by the entrance
good to crack a joke,
but ask him which line to get on
and He’s. One. Useless. Bloke.
attitudes are boiling over
like the stuffy air
“One more hour I swear I’ll die
in this hellish lair!”
two soccer moms going at it
one musta cut in line —
sleepy eyelids poppin’ open,
it’s catfight viewin’ time!
elderly Latino papi
keeping spirits light,
“You budgeted an hour for this?
Oh — you neophyte!”
Screaming infant in a stroller
knows it don’t pay to ask nicely —
"I need a nap and a bottle!!”
wow … my sentiments precisely
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