Vanity Plate

You’re a snappy

vanity plate—
one word, misspelled,
snarky, clever.

I’m an old-school
bumper sticker
from a plaid-pants
seventies
summer vacation.

But even though
I’ve come unglued,
my peeling edges
draw more attention
to my tail
than your need
for speed
that lead to excessive
visits
to the body shop.

We Both Have to Follow the Same Signs

Here is the prompt for Day Nineteen (copied from Writer's Digest):

For today’s prompt, write a license poem. There are many different licenses available to people. Fishing license, driver’s license, license to plate, license to kill, and marriage license. Poem doesn’t have to be about the license, but it could mention a license, happen at a licensing office, or well, use your poetic license.

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