Poem: Alas, the Abyss

Alas, the Abyss

On the edge of abyss
what things wouldn’t you give 
for one hour to be 
stuck at the DMV?

How happy would you be,
holding B83.
to not have your number
called out to go up there?

Think you would ever see
anything so lovely
as Mrs. Iris Smith
who renews licenses?

How the linoleum
would shine utopian, 
and the beige environs
would sparkle like diamonds!

It would be nice if it
didn’t take the abyss
to live your life like this,
but, alas, the abyss. 

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