Today I worked on income tax--
Among the worst of all life's facts.
I print; I sort; I crave relief--
And when none comes, I gnash my teeth.
I meet with our accountant soon--
I'd rather fly off to the moon
In some ill-fated lunar craft.
I know: This sounds a little daft,
But income tax--no if's or but's!--
It really makes me purely nuts!
What crushes hope ... what raises fear:
It all returns this time next year!
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