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this street and back, for miles and miles. Unjust
are parking patrollers who search and find
poor tired souls whose parking bluff they'll bust.
A boot or ticket lucky prize, worst case,
of course, they'll take my car to lock it up.
A cost far greater then the crime. Disgrace,
I walk, as guilt penetrates my bitter cup.
At night in Provo Town, you'll find all spots
are taken two by two, so selfishly
by students unaware of giving thoughts.
A mile at one AM I can't walk safely.
Let freedom for our parking ring, let's strike
for parking space we need. Or get a bike.
Karee, very clever! I especially appreciate your title, that is quite witty and not what I was expecting. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI love it! My favorite line is "Let freedom for our parking ring" because it alludes to a greater, more serious theme although the subject matter isn't as serious.
ReplyDeleteI really like how you end it. You do a good job of setting up the issue, making it comical while showing that it is important, and then destroy your whole passioned argument with four simple words. Or get a bike. Love it.
ReplyDeleteOr get a bike. Nice volta.
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