about an hour ago s,
people must' thought i was vigilantly writing and
ensuring all was in order today at the car park. but lol, actually i
was boredom writing this totes lighthearted poem about my new
job... it' s called ' Car Park Eloy‘.
Darkened skies over his blackening heart,
A bastion of authority, an obligation to pain,
A contemptuous soul full of ruthless apathy,
Car Park Boy begins his reign.
My good sir, is my car parked out of line?"
Fuck yeah it is, here' s a fine.
But my kids just had an operation my man!"
Well now you and your boy have a permanent ban.
Gladis recently fell and damaged her hip,
She can' t move well, is frail, perfers to sit,
After seeing this and her overdue time limit,
Car Park Boy issues the ticket.
its midday, I' m hungry, Mother brings me a subway,
To drop it off she parks in the disabled bay
Son you look bored, how do you pass the time?"
Save the small talk woman, you' got a BEE! fine."
He slithers round his prey, tightening the grip,
A forked tongue hidden within his callous domain
And as ominous clouds witness his brutality
Car park boy surveys with disdain.
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