I should be relaxing

but taxes are taxing!

 

Each single computation

invites my vexation,

It isn’t any fun, nope.

I can’t even cope

With the amount I must pay

for my 401 K.

 

The figures I must tally

are making me doolally.

Oh, and this alimony for the ex?

I wonder if it’s a hex?

Is it any wonder when I file status

I just want to go on hiatus?

 

If I may be so bold,

I am Head of Household.

But it is this status quo

That is giving me woe.

 

Every time I think of FICA

I feel my knees getting weaka’.

 

I wish the IRS would know

That I only earn so-so.

And I wish that I can

Tap my HR 10 plan,

even though I’m not yet sixty

and doing so would be risky.

 

What to do, what to do

there’s Medicare, too.

And it makes me blow a fuse

that they’ll tax my orange juice!

 

Every move that I make,

every breath that I take,

every cake that I bake,

every leaf that I rake,

has a corresponding tax.

 

So I really can’t be lax.

Gotta compute, gotta write

and get this thing right.

Otherwise I’ll be fined

and be more in a bind.

 

-TF Garcia