I Just Got My Tax Return Poem by Douglas Scotney
I Just Got My Tax Return
Not to have to buy the hotel's breakfast,
after having bought its dinner,
which was dear, but only half as
as my companion's wine and $39 sirloin,
I brought my own cereal, milk and bowl and spoon.
As I ate my breakfast in our room,
he went down to buy his.
Thinking he had money to burn,
I said, you're spending like there's no tomorrow.
He said the title.
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