Taxing Behind
My behind became quite taxing,
even impressions were faxing.
Got a surgeon to fix it, he licked it,
no longer waning and waxing.
Trump gave away the treasury,
so taxes were only mercenary.
Measures big bouncing back,
with roaring attack like a hack.
Anything getting done is taxing,
not that anyone's leisurely relaxing.
Safety and security,
rule the day,
telephone tag becomes vexing.
No representation without taxing,
but paying the piper not relaxing,
behind on the Fed return again,
finding that it may require vaxing.
Image Courtesy Iliadbooks.com from Groucho Marx Book
Humorous look at an age-old problem.
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2/18/22
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