Before You Walk Away
So hastily you race away
curse my name and curse the day...
but I was never born, you see
and your anger doesn't bother me.
Now put your quarters in the slot
and turn the knob.
And with that the Parking Meter Poems continue here at Wackemall.com 'cause there's nothing better to do... And if by chance you're a parking meter
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