|You Know Who...|
Tax Day is over, the filings are in,
unless you used Form 48-something
your return to extend.
I’m tired of exclusions, inclusions and math,
and questions insipid like,
how often I bathe.
The formulas for determining the taxes I owe
are little more than
a deep exercise in woe.
I already paid out the nose all last year,
and to review it all now
nearly brings me to tears.
Next Tax Season I’d like for the Tax Man to just
allow me to pay what I owe
based entirely on trust.
My small contribution, if missed, would not bust the bank,
for Congress is well along
in causing the economy to tank.
So thanks, Uncle Obama, next year I’m sending to you
My arm and my leg
with a social security number tattoo.