In line at the DMV,
herded like crazed cattle
in a battle for their sanity.
Oh, the humanity!
Inching closer; I spot the
grail at the end of the trail.
“Can I help you, Senor?”
Stepping up I smile
to a blank wall… I stall
fumbling with forms and
certifications, a papyrus
stagnation. “You have
Form 679?” his broken English
inquires. My confusion is clear.
“Over here. Take a sheet for yourself!”
I didn’t want to make a fuss.
From here on out, I’ll take the bus!


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