D M V

i tote the key
in hand
headed to the
dreadful mailbox
thumbing through
the mail
DMV 'tis all i see
days later
in the car i go
on the trip
sure to maim
my day
in line ahead of me

Bitch

a plump muff
round 40
hair kempt
outfit neat
yet stench
reeked off her

Repulsive Bitch

what seems like
hours later i'm faced
with Ms. authority
a fair skinned woman
or man
i'm still not sure
greasy faced
hair askew
no etiquette

Shrew

a number
i'm given
now to find
a seat

should have been nicer to Shrew

i place myself
as far from
crying children
aged woman
and horny men
as i can
but they flock to me

Cretins

to my left
a child in obvious
need of attention
or affection
or maybe just a bath
to my right
a brute
teeth unbrushed
clothes in filth
slobber secreting
from his chops

Vile Cretins

ineffectively i try
to nose my book
yet annoying
sounds snatch
me away

'B043'

i hurriedly gather
whats mine
careful to not touch
nor look
at the child
or brute
yet i know
they look to me
especially when i get up
the child wants
to abandon his crew
the brute
to fuck me
senseless

Parasites

to the window
i go
a man
round 30
yet looking 50
impatiently
asks for the info
hurriedly i pass
he looks it over
doubt in his eyes
looks to me
he longs to tell me
i'm missing something
yet cannot

Imbecile

he ticks
and chats with
his neighbor
as if my time
is free
ticks some more
asks for 126 dollars
and sends me on
my not so
merrily way

Worthless Imbecile

i walk away slowly now
enthralled with my audience
or just captivated
by the beings
whom plenty
of time to sit
and
wait
at
the

DMV

Miserable Fuckers