The Tax Man Cometh (15/30)

The prompt for day 15 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a terza rima. It consists of three-line stanzas with a rhyme scheme of ABA, BCB, CDC and so on. The poem can be as long as you wish to make it and usually ends with a single line standing on its on. It being tax day, this is what I came up with...



taxes, death and trouble
a chorus sung by Marvin Gaye
penalties may possibly double


if liabilities aren't paid today
health care fines loom
for the uninsured who stay


quite quick to assume
civil actions and levies are a joke
untouchable are assets they presume


an audit could leave that ass broke.






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Tax Man

2 comments:

  1. Oh the dead hand of bureaucracy sweeping all before it !

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  2. diggin this...I do taxes so this is near and dear to my heart...man... I try to tell'em...smch

    an audit could leave that ass broke.

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