Extensions
O the glories of IRS
Forms with numbers this word
Worker can never recall!
Long before I owed I wished
Away all income—pining
For a land where money
Was no more important than paper
Instead, the computer keys
Keep clicking and the futile
Search for old returns
Plummets me yet again
To the depths of green Rubbermaids
When will the ceaseless toil
Find its reward in a fattened
Billfold or Ledger?
Only when assets are not greater
Than expenditures
When income and outflow
Medicaid, Medicare and Social Security
Have gorged themselves
Unless I can deduct for the bib
I gave Lucille and the wine
Donated to the writers’ circle
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