This poem was not written at the Pueblo DMV ~ where the poet has been surprised by its prompt, efficient and friendly service.

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Recorded Reading (1:09): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/1rrumafmd9ksc70dtsck2/May-I-Have-Your-Tickets-Please.mp3?rlkey=f6rhdy6hfh63k844egtro7hnf&dl=0

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May I Have Your Tickets, Please?

We don’t know how wrong life can be
Till summoned to the DMV
To be served incompetently —
Workers who cannot agree

From one dim counter to the next
On any tiniest pretext
We get increasingly perplexed
Oh, someone rescue me

From chairs of plastic in a grade
As hard as any ever made
In which we have for hours stayed
Uncomfortably flexed

With people to the right and left
Similarly of hope bereft
That we’ll still have a penny left
After we have paid

The taxes, fees and penalties
Assessments for amenities
To gods of government appease
(It all amounts to theft)

But if we do a powder take
Know it would be a big mistake
We’d better the decision make
To stay in misery

Along with all the rest of us
Better not even make a fuss
Or they will all call us a wuss ~
Tomorrow, we will take the bus!

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Until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ and to begin once again to create professional connections and to rebuild her life, this poet presently lives homeless and at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level ~ still working to contribute to her society, however, seven days a week.

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