The rush is here, are you done yet?
I wish I could say I was.
So many people working so hard,
Just to pay someone else some money.
To all the accountants of the world,
It’s a day of jubilation.
But, one of sorrow for the rest.
Will they ever come out on top?
Like the days of their youth,
When they’d get their pennies back.
Tax returns bring joy and happiness,
But the filing brings tears and heartache.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 6:56 PM UTC
The rush is here, are you done yet?
I wish I could say I was.
So many people working so hard,
Just to pay someone else some money.
To all the accountants of the world,
It’s a day of jubilation.
But, one of sorrow for the rest.
Will they ever come out on top?
Like the days of their youth,
When they’d get their pennies back.
Tax returns bring joy and happiness,
But the filing brings tears and heartache.
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