A Poem to the IRS

I'm so very tired of sitting on my butt.
I feel like my life is in a boring rut.
But taxes are due.
IRS will pursue
If I don't get it done on time.

So I spent the day with eyes glazed
Looking at the years maze
And wondering why oh why can't magic appear
And make all this dreadful math stuff disappear.
That way, I'd be sure to get it done on time.

The day has passed
I feel harassed
But I got her done
I think I won!
And I did it on time!