Over Taxes


Dying to pay our taxes,
This time of year.

But why is it the taxman,
That we seem to fear?

It is all about the refund,
They Will tell you up front,
you overpaid your taxes,
While working like a grunt.

They do not grant refunds,
For taxes unpaid,
Come after you mightily,
For a criminal upgrade.

We all lie on our taxes,
Just a little bit.
But when we get caught,
We say, Joe did it.

But relax, taxpayers all,
This year, tax auditors are gone.
You will not be audited,
your tax nose will be long.


Sweating

Sweating Over Taxes by Ron MS Designer

I know what happens after we die.
We file and pay taxes.

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