Whatr U Workin On

It’s the end of the month and that time has come

Registration renewal, DMV was packed and them some

I walked on in and hung my head to the floor

The first stop was a line stretched back to the door

The information desk I go, to say why I’m there

That was done quickly, without much despair

I received my number, found my way to a seat

Took out my PSP, played games with a beat

Every now and again, lifting my head to look around

So many faces…some smiles, but more with a frown

Time ticked away, from beginning to an hour

Quiet it was…children there, but not one scour

Not long past the hour, my number is called

Strolled I to the counter, not in the least appalled

The time with the agent was done very fast

On my way out the door, DMV time was past