My Analogy Poem

I stood in the line at the DMV.
Waiting for my glorified piece of paper,
I had all my credentials
birth certificate, social security, economics.
As I looked around, everyone was impaticanlty
fiddling with their phones making
plans for after the dreaded crusade.
I was envious of the ones that stormed out,
I wonderd where they were.

I draged closer, and the warden reached out a decaying hand gripping the scroll.
As I retrieved I thought I would be happy relived that I had received my precious.
But I only found I was late for work and annoyed I had wasted so much time at the DMV.
I even wonderd why I had even gone.