Parking On Someone Else's Dime
Time, it ticks the meter down
as you make your way to higher ground
when the elevator's stuck
you become deranged;
If you'd only added extra change...
This edition of Parking Meter Poetry has been made possible by imaginary readers who read imaginary books. Okay, so the books aren't imaginary, I'm just imagining somebody actually buying them.
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