I've heard of a place where demons dwell,
It's a dark and lonely portal to Hell,
But in my opinion it wasn't so bad,
The clientele wasn't nearly as sad,
As all the horrible stories they tell.
The DMV is impossibly inevitable,
Unless ye be mineral or vegetable,
I happen to know,
We'll all have to go,
Because the vehicle code is impenetrable!
The employees are not totally unkind,
They do have a rather unenviable time,
Each day they confront,
Citizens so blunt,
As to drive each of them out of their mind.
I know the truth due to hours I spent,
In the beastly belly of doom where I went,
To register and license,
For my Class C drivin',
And the things I saw are a bit different.
They come undocumented and entitled,
Rude folks who become unbridled,
They yell and they scream,
But this is no one's dream,
To watch an adult act like a spoiled child.
It would seem that the budget is bloated,
But it wouldn't be polite if I gloated,
I would have some nerve,
To attack those who serve,
And it's not like anyone's getting demoted.
Renewals, transfers, & permitting needs,
The collective good the money feeds,
Roads and bridges get fixed,
But those projects seem to get nixed,
And the cracks in the streets host weeds.
So what's three hours to be up to date,
When motor vehicles are our fate?
It's the way it's designed,
So we should be resigned,
To the rules of the game in this state.
At least the facilities will help you cope,
But once you finish there is no hope,
Where it should be dispensed,
A summary scrawled & condensed,
Are only the words, "You need soap."
6-23-19
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