What Taxes Me Poem by Lucius Furius
What Taxes Me
It's not any great tragedy but the mundane,
the quotidian, which taxes me:
haircuts, shaving, the mowing of lawns;
leaf-raking, tooth-brushing, driving to work;
taking out the garbage, matching socks;
flossing, timesheets, getting gas for the car....
I long to be forced to flee at night,
all wits and energy required just to survive.
Sunday, August 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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