Tax Time

I’ve created a pile of papers
On my dining room table today.
The 15th of April has hit me.
The tax man he cometh my way.

I look at the checks I have written.
The money has just flown away.
I search for each legal deduction,
So taxes I don’t have to pay.

Can last year be over so quickly?
Can this year be already here?
The government asks for my money,
But the forms aren’t terribly clear.

I wonder if maybe they’d listen
To something I just have to say.
If I have to live on a budget,
Why in the hell shouldn’t they?

Category: Humor, Poetry

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