Family of four,
Two working parents,
Each has two jobs —
Minimum wage,
Walk through the doors of a
Den of institutionalized mugging.
A clerk behind
Bulletproof glass
Perfunctorily walks them
Through the lawful robbery
Of their car,
A five-hundred dollar
Noose that quickly,
Mercilessly grows tighter.
Paperwork hastily completed,
A sleazy handshake and smile,
A saga dreadfully familiar.
Not long thereafter,
In the middle of the night,
A tow truck pulls up.
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