Annual Agony Or The Curse Of The Return
All yesterday and half the night
I struggled with a yearly plight
That causes me confusion and despair:
And figuring deductions
While fretting that the tax laws aren't fair.
The adding, multiplying,
Subtracting, moaning, crying
And searching for receipts that aren't there
Have left me frizzle-brained and spent.
I'd like to write the President
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: humor