Poetry is Our Terror

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donwaughesq was foolish enough to wonder why there aren't any angsty industrial songs about the universally unpleasant experience of going to the DMV.

I figure the fucker asked for it, wearing that short skirt and all.

Animosity and despair, lives on hold.
Get in line, do as you're told.
Standing in line, social zombies wait.
Queued for identity, for license plates.

[chorus]
Give your name.
Get your number.
Ein Volk, En Reich, Ein Mobile.
Department of Moto-Forfeit your soul.

I dunno, that's just off the top of my head.