None Appropriate

A luxury I cannot afford

It's my fiftieth birthday,

Not something that bothers me.

It does upset my wife. Just found out,

She doesn't like it.

Got a Notice from Revenue Canada,

I owe $35,000 in taxes. They gotta hold on me.

My home, I've slaved for is now titled to them.

F**k, I worked hard to raise my four boys.

Three in university one in college.

And soon I'm on the street. 

I didn't follow the rules,

It's hard to explain.

I don't like rules, 

they mess up my brains.

I'm fucked, I'm screwed and Revenue tattooed.

My wife thinks me old,

my kids will suck out what ever is left of me.

And my government will leave me cold. 

Can't complain I suppose, 

the self employed are predisposed,

To failure when governments falter. 

I knew it would come. 

I did what I could and kept a stiff chin.

But my days are numbered.

My independence slumbers.

I shall not be, any more!  

 

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

All I could think was oh my goodness, I hope this is not real, but my heart tells me it is. This sounds like the life of many Americans. We work hard and just grow old and what the government doesn't get our little people do........even when they are grown. I have a grown one in my wallet at the moment but how do we say no? I am glad my father didn't. Excellent write.