Sweating Over Taxes by Ron MS Designer

Over Taxes

Dying to pay our taxes,

This time of year.

But why is it the taxman,

That we seem to fear?

It’s all about the refund,

They’ll tell you up front,

you overpaid your taxes,

While working like a grunt.

They don’t grant refunds,

For taxes unpaid,

Come after you mightily,

For a criminal upgrade.

We all lie on our taxes,

Just a little bit.

But when we get caught,

We say, “Joe did it.”

But relax, taxpayers all,

This year, tax auditors are gone.

You won’t be audited,

your tax nose will be long.

Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull

3/20/25  

You can read and print this poem at my website here.