The Taxman Cometh
by L. Stewart Marsden
Like a Stokerian villain
the taxman slides, glides about,
yet fully in the light of day
this monster wields his way
where all can see,
and all do know the slow anemic pallor
that is left when this blood sucker
has completed leeching all he can
in his dire plan to take and leave discarded carcassi —
you and I, with deadened stares,
stripped of our where-with-alls,
fall quite strapped and reeling from the shock.
Till, once again, a year from now
the taxman shall return and knock.
The taxman who?
You knew the taxman cometh.
Copyright © by Lawrence S. Marsden, 14 April, 2014