All
present and accounted for? Maybe.
Tax Against the Wall
How can fiscals fly
so fast?
Documenting, I’m
aghast.
Confident? Put down
that pen.
Push to shove? It’s “when”
again.
Help! By papers I’m
harassed.
Tax prep time! I have to focus;
Tax prep time! I have to focus;
Need a little
hocus-pocus.
Easy money? That’s a
joke.
Busted! Now I think I’m
broke.
My accountant’s gonna
choke.
Pounding buttons,
hand to plow.
Look at me,
subtracting now.
Number-crunching confidante?
Maybe I am
part-savant.
Finished, but I don’t
know how.
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson
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| Adapted by this user from public domain artwork. |
This poem was posted
in response to these prompts:
Meme
Express: “easy money”
Simply
Snickers: “confidante” and “confident”
Six Word
Saturday: See subtitle.
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