The Taxman Cometh - the Lament of the Self Employed

His knees shake, he's feeling weak His hands tremble and he cannot speak He got an email early afternoon It's tax time again - it's much too soon His accountant queries things long past But his filing system is not up to task Bits of paper cover the floor As he prints reports by the score He can't remember, his mind won't budge What he's declared and what he's fudged IRD is breathing down his neck Wanting answers now - he is a wreck! Interest is charged, he is aghast Late paid penalties are mounting fast A refund due would be as nice as pie But it's more likely pigs can fly Complex tax rules blow his mind.... It's a bloody stressful taxing time