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poem written after a frustrating afternoon at the local DMV
poem submitted to "Your Favorite Poem #4" poetry contest, Seth Pina, sponsor
O short-snouted slouth with your quivering stamp-fangs, you thud-thump my soul with procedural sludge; the cosmos groans in beige. By decree of Sub-Section Twelve-and-a-Half-Point-Nine, I must submit my shoelaces in quadruplicate, signed by three witnesses and a mildly confused turnip. O mighty Desk of Doom, why must your flobber-forms that cling to my sanity like damp bureaucratic algae?
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