the good men and women of the department of motor vehicles…

should be drug out
from behind the safety
of their island
that floats in the middle
of the sea of despair
and hopelessness

these fuckers
should be taken
into the parking lot
and drawn and quartered
by the last 4 cars
that failed smog checks
one at a time

then I will
walk to the worm
of what was once partly human
step in the pool of red
they bob in
smash their
skulls in
with a tire iron
one after another

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