Take a Number

A Poem by Mari' Emeraude

I HATE the DMV!!!

So I go to the license bureau
to get my plates renewed
(I wish I’d swallowed cyanide instead!)

The man says ‘take a number’
I get ONE NINETY TWO
though the lines behind the little sign are dead

I can’t understand it
the entire place is packed!
Yet no one is allowed to cross that sign

They have like twenty windows
but only FOUR are occupied
and only ONE of THOSE is "open at this time"

When I finally reach the window
with my paperwork in hand
the woman says while searching through the pile

“I can’t accept this one you’ll have to bring another form”
as she shoves the papers back without a smile.

I return again next morning
with my paperwork again
I’ll get this done today- I have a hunch

But when I get up to the building
there’s another stupid sign
that says in red “We’re sorry ,closed for lunch”

© 2018 Mari' Emeraude

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emmajoy

Arghhhhhhhh... reads familiar!

Apart from that - love the wit, 'gentlle' cynicism, phrasing et al in your post.. superbly put and great to share!

Posted 6 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

6 Years Ago

Glad you enjoyed it Emmajoy :)

Kelly Scheppers

Lol, isn't that always the way? Another thing that really gets me, is the "twenty items or less" lines at the grocery stores. It's amazing how some people count!

More humor, Mari! ; )