Poetry Versus the Taxman

Got to put writing aside for a bit Need to get the bookwork done The taxman is waiting He wants the numbers With dollar signs in front He doesn't care that he's taking me away From my love of words He just wants me to be done By a certain day So he can take my money.... I usually enjoy doing bookwork It's a task I don't find dreary Exercising brain muscles But my mind can't stay focussed Stray thoughts meander Coming between columns of figures Addition, multiplication, subtraction Division, percentages and totals Have flown away to the other side of the universe Grab the nearest piece of paper Pen in hand and start writing frantically ...OOPS... Back to figuring again Where was I? Trying to keep my brain on a leash But like a creek in a downpour It runs everywhere but where it's meant to A flash of a word That's what I was looking for! A whole new verse scrambles through my brain Scrawling it onto paper as quick as I can I WILL get the bookwork done Eventually...