Taxation Terror Riot

I made some money,

felt alive I thought the number was all mine Then April kicked

the bedroom door And took a third without a warning

They want a form,

I need a form The form requires another form

I entered zero, got an error Entered one and started crying

Nobody warned me about taxes Why are there eighteen different boxes?

What does adjusted income mean?

Why does the website hate my screen?

Nobody warned me about taxes

I need receipts for all transactions I bought one pen in February

Can that become a business strategy?

I called my uncle,

he said, “Lie” (what?!) I called my mother,

she said, “Why?”

I called an expert,

heard the price

Then called my uncle back again

The software says my risk is low

Until I click the button “go”

Then suddenly a siren screams

And helicopters circle me

(help me!)

Federal!

State!

Local!

Late!

Penalty!

Fee! Please stop auditing me!

Nobody warned me about taxes (no!) I need emotional prophylactics I earned

ten dollars selling shirts I owe the government eleven thirty

Would you like to donate three dollars?

(shouted clean guitar stabs) Brother,

I need the three dollars!