For one of two daily creates during week 12 I tried my hand at rhyming as possibly one of the most hated public service workers, parking enforcement. Yea, I said it. What every American has thought at one time or another; that stealthy, unforgiving, invisible son-of-a-motherbiscuit eater that managed to place that overpriced slip in your windshield. Taunting through poetry about the delight they’ll gain with reminding you more of your earned money will be what seems as extorted from you. It can be read here.