Goodbye Mr. Taxman Poem by Sandra Martyres
Goodbye Mr. Taxman
Wearing a face
Like a tranche of steak
Injected with Botox
He dueled with the guys
He looked upon as captors
The infamous taxmen
He flung a sheaf
Of financials at them
With a vicious challenge
Should the blood suckers
Find any irregularity
He would be prepared
To auction his last shirt
If need be to pay the fine
The tactic seemed to work
The menacing looks melted
They stopped the posturing
Stance and reverted
To a more acceptable
Politer tone
Being a veteran at the game
He went on undaunted
Maintaining his tough
And unshaken honesty stand
That he deserved the respect
Of even the incorrigible
Disgruntled, obnoxious taxmen
After several hours of
Peering over his numbers
And the punching in of figures
Into their calculators
The unwelcome intruders
Seemed convinced that he was
Not one of the evaders
They walked out more
Silently than they had entered
Mr. Good Citizen
Immediately shed
The bloated Botox look
Sighed a sigh of relief, smiling
The sweet smile of success
At yet another of his
Successful and
Scintillating performances.
you have written this one with your usual panache, Sandra. keen observation- great scintillating performance. its the ordinary middle class that pays taxes through their nose. Mamta
easy money...hard truth...hard earned money...glaring truth...your poem hints of truth of both kind....good work...10
I like your mixture of modern icons and images and choice of action words. These combinations are very expressive: Wearing a face Like a tranche of steak Injected with Botox He dueled with the guys (nice action word and prepares for a fight to the finish) flung a sheaf Of financials
how did i miss this one..oh my..evaders do their job perfectly these days...earlier the taxman would come with a 'for sale' tag on in a raid....today he comes with a 'sold' tag on in a raid...he has been sent there by some one...the people in power know how to use the officials effectively
another wonderful observation from an equally caring person. I am always in awe of your being a sensitive person from a distance. More of this, Sandra. Beautiful flow of words
This unique and totally delightful poem was a great pleasure to read, Sandra. Here in America, one of the most dreaded occasions in life is the Internal Revenue Service tax audit, which is not a regular occurance, unless the tax people are suspicious of fraud in your tax returns. Every year, individuals and married couples have to file an Income Tax Report in April and less than 10% of them are ever audited. Your wonderful poem was quite well conceived and written in such a manner that was very enjoyable to read. 'Tis quite true that the average, humble citizen, can become a great 'actor' when their finances are audited if they don't allow their nerves to get the better of them. Of course, the wealthy do the greatest impressions of Gary Cooper or James Stewart, or even Morgan Freeman, of all! Those actors simply exhuded sincerity in their many fine screen performances, and the wealthy, who have the most to 'hide, ' are almost as good at acting a role as the person your wonderful poem convincingly portrayed! Carl.
It reveals that you are a keen observer of contemporary life. You write penchantly about them :) CP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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only the average employees pay through their nose...deductions precede the pay