micropoem for the day: tax day

Well, it’s here. National Pull-My-Hair-Out-at-the-Roots Day. It’s the day we all dread and live in fear of. It’s the one day that can make a grown man cry. It’s the deadline day for filing our taxes. No matter what sex, race, color or creed we are, it is one of the few things that bind we citizens together. It’s the day we recite the creed: “Uncle Sam giveth, Uncle Sam taketh away.” It’s the one right up there with “In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash.” 

a calculator
a pen, a bit of paper
some things don’t add up.