I need to have a little chat
With the IRS about this and that.
It seems Uncle Sam has quibbled with me
And wants to extract a penalty.
A measured voice laid out a menu
That pointed to a certain venue
To find the things I need to know
To pay them what they say I owe.
An hour has passed and I am still here.
My phone’s going dead and so is my ear.
Call me a crank, a curmudgeon or jerk
But I have to point out how our tax dollars work.
Pat D’Amico lives in Kirkland, Washington where she contributes light verse to Northwest Prime Time, a regional newspaper. On her bucket list is compiling and publishing all of her poems in one place for her progeny.