Poles Still Living In Bondage

Crying For Parking

It's hard earning your living," the meter said,
"with a pole stuck up your butt.
I could have been a traffic light.
I guess I must be nuts.
I could have been a fire escape--
get paid for going down
but instead I became a parking meter
anchored to the ground."

And as I walked away I thought I heard her cry.

And so it is with this sad poem-- number 45 in this series-- I usher in yet another return of Parking Meter Poetry-- the only poetry written exclusively from atop poles.

Brought to you by free parking everywhere.

Comments

[Benjamin Harrell]

I enjoyed this reading. Well done.