Labyrinthine
With some reluctance
I must confess to you
I found myself
At the Inland Revenue
Opening the door
To an enormous queue
I waited in line...
Forever. As you do.
Filling in forms
Of great quantity
Ticking boxes
Writing illegibly
Contradicting myself
In the fine details
Starting again
Numerous fails
Trying to recall
Things I did
While avoiding
A blatant fib
Tricky questions
Mopping my brow
Looking guilty
Sweating now
Escape at last
Recover with wine
From IRD forms
Labyrinthine
Copyright © Julie Draper | Year Posted 2023
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