Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
Would I get the plans, to go out the door?
Quote the Raven “Nevermore”
While I nodded nearly napping
Suddenly there cane a tapping
As of someone gently rapping
Rapping at my chamber door
It’s the IRS, whom I abhor.
(they want more, ever more)
I slave all day, it’s such a pain
All these regs, oh my poor brain.
A raise I deserve, and much, much more
Quote the Raven “Nothing more”
Because of pensions, I have no life
No kids, no fun, nor even wife.
Are these plans the reason, I have nothing more?
Quote the Raven, “No, You are a bore”
The pension laws, change every few years
Brings most of us, to the point of tears
Who made the changes, so we could put away more?
Quote the Raven “It wasn’t Gore”
The pay is bad, the hours long
I often wonder, if I belong
I have no money, I’m always poor
Quote the Raven “Forevermore”
I do my job, I do it well
But all this work, is hell, hell, hell.
The boss is shouting, at my chamber door
Back to work, Do this, do that and much, much more.