Perhaps April months too late
I thought that I could wait.
Didn’t know that this very night
Would be of my own fate.
To file what income was won,
Which pathetically, was little to none.
Then the results proceedeth to weigh
On my bank account a ton.
The balance due almost made me cry
And ask the Good Lord, “Why?”
I refreshed the page multiple times
Thinking the devil is a lie.
But those numbers remained there,
By golly, it wasn’t fair.
“Welcome to adulthood, nephew.”
My aunt said, with a taunting glare.
To alleviate pains from my chest,
Tums help; I can attest.
But tonight I’ll need a bit more
Thanks to the IRS.