Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Tax Day

My hormones are on the fritz.
I’m losing it.
Thank God my CPA takes care of the
What a yuppie, what a joke
To have a complex about not having any good complexes.

I am a paradox of neuroses.
No. I’m a woman.
I wish taxes could occupy my mind.
Spend the weekend preparing my return.
His return.
Your return.
Our return.
To normalcy?
Who knows?
Who cares?
Certainly not the Tax Man.
But he gave us three more days.
And for that, I’m grateful. 

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