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This is the time of year when my accountant calls to remind me of the impending doom of April 15th.

We really wish we had more confidence in the government’s ability to manage our tax money fairly, efficiently and effectively.

The Tax Man Cometh

                    Whene’er you taste of Life’s Success,
                    Beware Euphoria’s Nemesis;
                    Those Rev’nue Agents daunt Distress,
                    Then probe and taunt to great Excess,
                    Their Raison d’être to depress.

                    With Appetites quite bottomless,
                    Your Privacy, they'd dare access,
                    And take you to where More is Less;
                    A Place of presumed Guiltiness,
                    They are, of course, the IRS!

                    While much alone and powerless,
                    My Records mired, Returns a Mess;
                    Each Audit brings, I must confess,
                    Thoughts of Despair, such Helplessness;
                    All Fears and Doubts beyond Redress.

                    We’re Duty bound, Oblige Noblesse,
                    So file your Tax, inure Duress;
                    Dire Punishments for Tardiness,
                    Endure far worse should you transgress;
                    Though pay or nay, you’re penniless!

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