Terrifying Tax Time
It’s coming, that time of the year,
to do up my taxes, I fear.
I shake with great fright
and toil through the night.
What’s owed is becoming too clear.
I regret the money I’ve spent
on food and the lights and the rent.
My cat needs a job;
a bank I may rob.
‘Twill do me no good to dissent.
Female - garnet
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