man
waves me down on the street
as i drive
by in the slush
and snow.
he's waving both
arms
as if the world is on fire.
i roll my window
down
and say,
what's up?
where is your new parking
pass?
he asks.
i don't see it hanging from
your mirror.
you have one
more day
before the tow trucks come
in and tow
you away.
you don't want that, do you?
no, i don't that.
and who are you exactly?
i'm the vice president
of the board.
i got a majority
of votes, two out of three,
this year.
next year i'm going to be
president if all goes well
with these
parking passes.
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