Wyandotte Prison Blues

.......[c]2005 by Richard L Zorek......12.03.05.....
It's time for me to renew my license again. My last name starts with a "Z", so I have to do it in December. I find that kind of irritating, but then I remember back to the days up in South Dakota when everybody's license expired at the end of December. Needless to say those lines in the courthouse were very long in the last weeks before expiration. This time I go to Johnson County. Last year Wyandotte County welcomed me to the state (from the Missouri side), by having me handcuffed and ready to be taken in by the Sheriffs Department because they seemed to think that my insurance card wasn't any good. Actually, they didn't think. If they would have thought, they would have called the right numbers in. It was a humiliating experience for me, and the lesson of experience was: Wyandotte County Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) people are just loony tunes. I know there should be some nobler lesson...like forgive and forget and alls well that ends well, and after all, I wasn't arrested after they figured out they were wrong. But they never apologized. Now the head of the office did send a half-hearted apology via email, but it was only after they were contacted by a news reporter about the issue. So, I don't consider that an apology at all. That was just some PR. I was driving a truck for Deffenbaugh at the time and just happened to have the day off because I needed time to take care of business. Most of the business that day ended up being talking to reporters and showing up on a few TV reports. That incident didn't give me much reassuring confidence in county government. In fact made me more leery. So, before I go to the DMV to get my Johnson County plates, I will get all my affairs in order. Make sure the bills are paid and put on clean underwear in case and good boots in case I end up in prison. My insurance is good, of course, but that didn't make any difference to Wyandotte County. I will be humming this tune:

I hear the clerk a coming, shes coming round the bend,
she thinks I'm not insured, so "handcuffed" again
...I'm stuck in County Prison
...and time keeps movin on
......but when they figure out their error...
out of here I'll tear.
I bet theres clerks a chattin in a coffee break down there....
I'll bet they're drinkin coffee and lookin everywhere....
they're looking for a victim...
someone to send to jail......
I just hope they skip me this time...
cuz that would torture me....