Hark! The dreaded DMV, a place of sorrow
Where lines are long and patience is borrowed
The wait is eternal, the forms complex
The staff indifferent, the process a hex
Beowulf himself would tremble in fear
At the mention of a driver's license near
The chaos and confusion reign supreme
As customers navigate this bureaucratic dream
But in the end, with papers in hand
We emerge victorious, able to command
Our chariots of steel, our freedom regained
Until the next visit, when we're once again detained