Taxing Day

Some Saturdays are entertaining and filled with fun. Today (for me) wasn’t one of those Saturdays. Attempting to get a head-start on my usual April 15th scramble, I carved out today to get the annual torment completed. And, much as I expected, the tedious exercise took the best part of my day. (Can anyone say Fair Tax or Flat Tax?)taxesNo, I’m not going to moan and complain in this space. I probably couldn’t because after spending the day with my eyes glued to a computer screen and to a variety of small-print tax forms and instruction booklets, my brain is fried anyway.

Besides, it’s National Poetry Month! Would I really allow myself to be driven into the doldrums by taxes when they’re not the only game in town?

Sadly, yes, I would. At first, I thought to simply reblog my post from April 15, 2014, which was a simple limerick about the dreadfulness of Tax Day. But I’m reluctant to reblog, because my brain (even fried as it is) will then accuse me of laziness. (Anyone suffer this strange malady? Please say yes and I’ll feel better!)

Instead, I offer this weak effort … in true NaPoWriMo fashion, a poem composed start to finish on this day … coming as it were from my desperately fried brain. (I can’t be accused of laziness now, though I’m quite ready to admit the poem is far from my best work.)
Taxed-to-the-Max

Renée