Costco for a new set of tires
and a gallon
of milk,
and a bag of potato chips,
family size,
but they won't let me in.
they want me to show an
I.D. three kinds.
what is this world coming
to?
so mean, so unkind.
but an election is coming up,
so i'm good there,
just sign any old name
right there on the dotted line.
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