Jim Slaughter Poet Light Verse

April Angst

Et tu, IRS?

I'm not known for being sentimental,
Nostalgia's not really my thing,
But each year 'round the middle of April,
While I wait for my CPA to ring,
As I'm sorting through piles of instructions
Re what I can and can't claim as deductions,
I know in my heart without failing
There'll be plenty of weeping and wailing,
And I'll wonder why I ever had to roam.
'cause when the "ides of taxes" are upon me,
I'm reminded why I miss my Texas home*.

*No state income tax in Texas.

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Ann Peck April 15, 2023 at 12:13 PM This is so great! "the ides of Taxes" HaHa How do you think of these funny things?! Jim Slaughter April 15, 2023 at 1:05 PM It was pretty much a "no brainer", Ann. Thank you.

Daniel Turner April 15, 2023 at 11:30 AM They're going to get it one way or another, Jim. Property taxes in Texas make up for no state tax. Somebody's got to pay for all of this freedom (and bureacracy). LOL Have a great weekend. Jim Slaughter April 15, 2023 at 1:07 PM You bet they are, Daniel. Wonder who that "somebody" is? Thanks.