In the land of queues and waiting pain,
Where time stands still, and hope grows wan,
Brave seekers of license, to battle they came,
Facing the dragon of the DMV's spawn.
The counters like shields, the clerks, fierce and bold,
Heralds of documents, seekers of gold.
With patience their armor, each soul must endure,
For a chariot's worth of their freedom, secure.
Oh woe to the warriors, in slumber they wait,
As minutes turn hours in a bureaucratic fate.
Yet in the valley of paper and pen,
Hope flickers to life, and they rise once again.
With license bestowed, victory sweet,
They trudge from the fortress, the foe’s retreat.
In the realm of the mundane, a triumph so small,
Yet sacred the journey, for they conquer it all.