Enemies of the Sonnet Man- the Internal Revenue Service
Before I became a Super Hero,
I was a guy working a normal job,
Just trying to collect a few zeroes,
But when I got paid, I always got robbed.
There was a not-so-secret group of thieves,
Who got to my money before I did,
Kiling my pockets and making me grieve
For myself, as tears streamed from my eye lids.
When they gave it back, it was not enough
To purchase exactly what I needed,
So this meant that times were meant to be tough,
And was how I would always be treated.
There was a culprit that made me nervous
Named The Internal Revenue Service.
Copyright © Dakarai Cobb | Year Posted 2010
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