C Divinity
Bluelighter
The stench of ignorance fills the air,
as I glance at my crumpled up number
56...57...58...
God! How much longer?
Glancing over the crowd I see:
Mullets,
Gold teeth,
80's fashion,
crying babies,
and a homeless man
wearing ripped clothes,
smelling of alcohol,
and muttering something about "The End".
The Tyrants continue shouting names and numbers,
and the people look utterly confused.
"Jose Rodriguez?"
How many fucking Rodrigui are there here?
and then...
59!
Silent prayer :"Thank you God!"
I hate the DMV
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You gotta be a bad girl in this world to be heard...
as I glance at my crumpled up number
56...57...58...
God! How much longer?
Glancing over the crowd I see:
Mullets,
Gold teeth,
80's fashion,
crying babies,
and a homeless man
wearing ripped clothes,
smelling of alcohol,
and muttering something about "The End".
The Tyrants continue shouting names and numbers,
and the people look utterly confused.
"Jose Rodriguez?"
How many fucking Rodrigui are there here?
and then...
59!
Silent prayer :"Thank you God!"
I hate the DMV
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You gotta be a bad girl in this world to be heard...
