what a little joy it is
when looking for a parking spot
to find one
with time left on the meter!
it’s like receiving a gift
from a stranger
while at the same time
pulling down your pants
bending over
and saying, “KISS MY ASS!”
to the Man.
it allows the individual, for once
to feel like he’s gotten away
with something
like he’s finally slipped something past
the system, the city, the machine
like there’s not always a price to pay
for being a human
for being alive
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