Robert Pettit Poet Rhyme

April the Fifteenth Blues

I hate it when this deadline comes around,
and not all of my information can be found.
It is necessary to wait until the last day
whenever there is a time I have to pay.
Having more than one job is usually nice.
When tax time comes, I have to pay the price.
I find it difficult for reality comprehension.
I really don’t want to file for an extension.
Right now, the situation is not too fine.
I am missing one of my forms number 1099.
What about my third W-2, where is it now?
I am going to have to find it somehow.
Only facts are accepted by the IRS.
They want true information, I cannot guess.
The slightest misrepresentation cannot escape detection.
My filed form will be a victim of rejection.
Yes, it is now that dreaded time.
The surroundings I am in are hardly sublime.

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Debbie Duncan April 4, 2012 at 12:20 AM I like this and you are Oh so right ;}

Debbie Duncan April 4, 2012 at 12:19 AM I like this and you are Oh so right ;}