Expired Meter Poem by M. Elliott Ricke

He dashed across the street
because he saw her across the way
Nearly panicked, he was not careful
and splashed across the hood of a taxicab.
As he looked down - a final time -
and saw his own entrails spill across his disjointed leg,
she, who never got no respect before, until recently that is -
now off welfare and walking the streets -
coldly, took pen in hand and wrote:
LA plate 586b722,92 Ford Taurus,
and checked a box:
(X) expired meter $15