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. Disgraced,
I walk, with guilt filling 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 this cannot be safe.
Let freedom for our parking ring, let's strike
for parking space we need. Or get a bike.
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