Friday, April 8, 2016
Day 8 - I've Got A Lot On My Plate
I've just filed my 2015 income tax. That's the subject for today*. I had to squeeze in filing them between all of the other jobs I have (hence, the title).
It's a free-form poem, as are the tax forms I've filled out. Not only do they not rhyme, they have no reason.
I am referring to both the tax forms and the poem. Believe me, I tried...
The Ides Of April
It's that time again.
Time to make a confession.
The IRS awaits.
It is written that April is the cruelest month
Though I doubt
This is what Mr. Elliot had in mind.
Why does the mere mention
Of auditors stir visions
Of the Grimm Reaper within my brain?
I have this ingrained, genetic fear
Of filling out forms
For review by a stranger,
Or worse yet,
The digital cyborg
That passes a heartless judgment on my sins.
I thought after finishing school
The dread that awakened with every quiz and test
I was wrong.
Not only does it stalk my very being,
It is so much worse.
Will an errant zero
Haunt my life forever,
Following me to my grave?
Will some obscure rule
Plunge my life
There is darkness at work here.
I press the button and the forms,
As a smallish batch of electrons,
To some distant office
Sealing my fate.
I am doomed.
There will be no refund
*I'm trying to write a poem each day for National Poetry Month. It's difficult to come up with original titles (that are interesting) for each post. I chose silly instead.
Here are the links to the poems so far:
Day 1 National Poetry Month - Kick-off (National Poetry Month)
Day 2 Haiku, For You (Haiku)
Day 3 A Poem For Free (The Good Morning Man)
Day 4 Wait, There's Even More (Monday)
Day 5 I'm Still Alive (TMI)
Day 6 I'm Resorting To Tricks (A Walk Through Kipling's Wood)
Day 7 It Almost Like Poetry Heaven (Metal Monsters)
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