Dmv
I had to renew my drivers license;
This is stupid this makes no sense.
No one cares what I think,
So went to the DMV, boy it stinks.
I got a number six-eight-one.
They said an hour then I'd be done;
That was a lie an hour later, six-five-
nine,
I would run up and cut in line
But that's not allowed, six-six-zero.
Two hours later ,six-seven-eight.
Dinner in an hour; I will be late.
Six-seven-nine, oh boy I'm close;
Relief I've found that no one else
knows.
My paper are in hand and I'm ready,
Six-eight-zero, my heartbeat steady
I'm next in line, oh boy it's my turn.
Come on, hurry, I'm hungry, dadburn,
I sit for what seems like hours.
And I start dreaming of burgers.
Then they call six-eight-two,
They skipped me, but what can I do?
I must go to the front desk,
To try again and take another risk.
Copyright © Isaiah Powell | Year Posted 2014
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