L'aura del Campo

My Lifelong Friend

My Lifelong Friend

Two days after the Ides of April,
the Tax-Man looms casting shadows
gloomier than the collapsing market.

He wants a pound of tears and flesh
regardless of whether the crops came in
or customers paid their debts.

Life is such a bummer. First you slobber
then you work until skin wrinkles,
teeth fall out and knees no longer bend.

Give me Death — at least it ends
when My Lifelong Friend takes me by the hand
to a neverland where taxes cannot follow.

© Kåre Enga (15.april.2025) [182.25]

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