Cant pass an inspection poem

It's an example driver of a story I read. A lot of these are just examples of what has happened to other drivers. The poem is meant to speak for owner/operators in general.

 

I've been a company driver for ten years. Never got one inspection despite crappy equipment. I wanted to do it to make my own schedule and feel like I've accomplished something at the end of every day. Being a company driver got monotonous and it's too easy for me. I was bored with it. I enjoy a challenge. Poems are just my way of getting frustrations out.

 

My poetry doesnt have structure, if that's what you are suggesting. It's very unorthodox. I'm not trying to fit a specific prototype.

 

Glad you understand.

 

Exactly. We all make mistakes. Nobody's perfect. I was honest with the officer, but he cut me no slack. It is what it is. I cant catch everything. Some people can and have abilities almost superhuman. I'm used to working for a gigantic corporation that was untouchable. I could pull triples through the scales overweight with 2 flat tires and get a free pass. I'm still adjusting and learning. It's a culture shock.