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Citizens, rise as one and rejoice,
Taxmas is come, though not by your choice.
April fifteenth, a date so sublime,
great meaning in the term, tax deadline.

Break out the pencils, erasers and paper,
it’s time for another financial caper.
Dust off that box of moldy receipts,
every year your tax routine repeats.

Set aside ethics, social obligation,
it’s time to answer the call of your nation.
Dig deep with a true spirited heart,
each man for himself right from the start.

Bring forth those fictional charity donations,
this is a time for heightened imaginations.
Donations for beer runs surely are fine,
but dollars to strippers may cross the line.

Deductions, exemptions in grand display,
try changing the numbers in every way.
Remember, the IRS is your closest friend,
they will be right by your side to the bitter end.

Fill out the tax form in clearest black ink,
every space filled with whatever you think.
Break out the checkbook; then send your check in,
pray no auditor discovers your sin.

Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
2/10/16

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