It’s time for the weekend to sit down and relax, Then you spring up out of your seat and yell out ‘Oh **** –I forgot to do my tax.’
You start it up -and send through a fax, And realize your credit card is at the max.
You slowly keep working on filling out your tax, When you’ve had enough of it –you find any distraction-to finish it-looking down at your legs –realizing that you haven’t yet waxed!
You try not to crack, And realize there are some details that you still lack.
You reach for the phone to dial for this information, But straight away get that irritation.
When you hear that automatic lady/man on the other end, Instead you go out for a wine/coffee with your friend.
The day has then gone by, And all you can do is leave it for tomorrow –and just let out a huge sigh.
You go to bed praying for a pleasant ‘tax return’ surprise, You then smack the top of your forehead –knowing that you weren’t that wise.
One year you will learn your lesson – and try to do much better, And try to be more organized earlier ‘to get your **** together.’