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

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