Thursday, September 15, 2016

Finding My Spot (Karee's Sonnet Draft)

Share it Please
Just as I feared there is no space. Cars lined
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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