Doctor Lunde
let us go to Dr. Lunde, she said and we drove to the bus terminal to park the car as there as no busses anywhere, but we had to move our car
because as the guard said our automobile was not classified as a bus.
The guard offered to drive us in my car but he had to drive since the road was narrow
He drove the car into a swallow lake caused by flooding
A tractor pulled us out and the guard demanded we drive him back to the depot, where he gave us a ticket because rules are rules and society will collapse if we ignore them and pointed to the problem BLM as they have ignored the construct
and became anti-democratic.
Dr. Lunde is a chiropractor but calls himself a doctor because it gives kudos and a title like this makes him feel.
A woman from the cleaning police disturbed us
and said I had to go wash my car or pay a hefty fine We drove to IKEA ate Swedish meatballs and bought furniture with odd names, we had to join ourselves and I'm not a handyman.
The day ended, Dr Lunde peed in a bottle of Coke
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2023
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