It’s tax time again, I don’t believe it,
Ten-forty awaiting its fill.
But will anyone be there to receive it,
With the IRS vacant and nil?
Will anyone care if my standard deduction
Is double what it should be?
Perhaps this year we’ll see a reduction
In how much they’ll get from me.
Me and everyone else you see
Know that the IRS
Has no one left to enforce the law;
Our country’s in a mess.
So here I am, the boxes filled
With numbers false and true;
I’ll file my form, my secrets spilled,
But who do I give it to?
It’ll end up in some empty room
With its brothers and sisters in piles,
Ignored there in the lonely gloom
Without an employee for miles.
Government efficiency
Has gutted the IRS.
With this foolish inconsistency,
We’ll all be paying less.