DMV
Take a number, take a seat, and wait.
Dirty floor, tattered signs, dingy.
We all look dingy, blank eyes,
seated 6 feet apart,
staring at our phones,
epitome
of drabness.
Let me
out.
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This is exactly how I feel at the DMV. You describe the experience perfectly with “dingy” and “epitome of drabness.” I’m happy you could turn your boring visit into a fun poem for us to enjoy!
Maybe the dmv is actually hell.