Put green plates behind me, chances are I’ll get tenser
Self-conscious with my moves: How would innocence act?
I know I’m guilty of something, they always find me with infractions
A crack on the windshield, doesn’t obstruct my view
But they tell I’m being let off the hook – just pay the other two.
“No prob officer, my riches are far from depleted
Wish I could pay these things twice! I know the city needs it!”
They tell me to have a good day and drive safe
All I can do is ruminate on my unlawfulness, my awfulness