Assembly Line

I’m just a product
On an assembly line
Dented, Deformed, Wrong
Why should I pay a fine?
Have you learned your lesson?
Will you do it again?
How many times do I have to tell you?
You shouldn’t be speedin’!
Dented because I’m
Bent out of shape
Deformed because of the awkward
 Position while I wait
Wrong because the man in the car told me so
A thin piece of paper
“Now you may go.”
It’s a waiting game
This decision of the state
I search for loopholes
And a change of fate
I plea. I pray.
I hope. I accept.
Yes, I am guilty
I’m filled with regret
A tax more than the ticket
Oh the system is fixed
The more I think about it
The more I feel sick
Drive the speed limit?
Is that the lesson I should take in
Or am I just an object
Being placed in a bin
The man with the sirens
He seems so big and strong
But if he thinks I’m just another item
I’ll tell him he’s wrong
What I advise to others in court
Sliding from place to place
Don’t let them treat you like a nothing
You go at your own pace
You made a mistake
It’s your money. Your time
Don’t let them treat you
Like an object, on an assembly line.