Mrs Enginerd Poetry

Death and Taxes

The certainty of life fades,
And I wonder what tomorrow might bring.
Lying on the floor beaten and bloody,
I can’t imagine making it through the night.

Everything in this existence comes at a cost,
We pay in time, in honoraries and in tears,
Taxes that we can’t afford but we submit to anyways.
The sacrifices, bold and many, stop to make sense.
The rewards reaped aren’t as juicy as we expected.
We don’t want to “adult” anymore.

Wishing things will get better won’t work,
You need to stand and fight for your rights,
Don’t let the politicians and the rich fool you,
Rage and rise for the sake of your future.
Dare to be free.

In the end,
The only things we can count on occurring are death and taxes.
Make sure you don’t end up giving up your soul to both.
It’s not worth living for.

By MrsEnginerd

Engineer, DIY enthusiast, world traveler, avid reader, pitbull owner, and nerd whisperer. 😎🤓😘🐶

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