Tax Returns Are a Pain in the Butt

Yes, tax returns are a pain in the butt. I know … such professional wording, but it’s the only┬ákind that fits my current sentiments. In order to try and console myself over the fact that we owe more than it would cost us to buy our daughter a used car, I decided to write some bad poetry.


Tax (Photo credit: 401K)

Oh taxes, you kill me.
Upending my nonexistent bank cart on the street of desire,
you destroy my dreams of time wasted.

A dollar here,
a dollar there,
a dollar going who knows where.
A thousand here,
a thousand there,
a thousand pulls out all my hair.

See, it takes real talent to write bad poetry; and when you make it rhyme, it sounds even worse.

I think I’ve proven my point. Wanna try it yourself?

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