Poetry For Everyday People
IRS
IRS must be what death
feels like,
no control,
no respect,
wanna take
all you got,
no matter,
the circumstance,
you try to explain,
but the IRS wall
can't hear you,
you say I have no income,
they say they will dock your pay?
you say we lost our home,
they say we will put a lean on your property,
you communicate according to their rules,
they are unable to respond
based on individual situations,
they respond as if you are writing
aliens, and they are,
you keep trying even though
you're down,
even though they make no sense,
never have, never well,
herd work, herd brains,
a system fit for morons,
where else can logic die
perfectly intact.
feels like,
no control,
no respect,
wanna take
all you got,
no matter,
the circumstance,
you try to explain,
but the IRS wall
can't hear you,
you say I have no income,
they say they will dock your pay?
you say we lost our home,
they say we will put a lean on your property,
you communicate according to their rules,
they are unable to respond
based on individual situations,
they respond as if you are writing
aliens, and they are,
you keep trying even though
you're down,
even though they make no sense,
never have, never well,
herd work, herd brains,
a system fit for morons,
where else can logic die
perfectly intact.
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