Wearing a face <br />Like a tranche of steak <br />Injected with Botox <br />He dueled with the guys <br />He looked upon as captors <br />The infamous taxmen <br /> <br />He flung a sheaf <br />Of financials at them <br />With a vicious challenge <br />Should the blood suckers <br />Find any irregularity <br />He would be prepared <br />To auction his last shirt <br />If need be to pay the fine <br /> <br />The tactic seemed to work <br />The menacing looks melted <br />They stopped the posturing <br />Stance and reverted <br />To a more acceptable <br />Politer tone <br />Being a veteran at the game <br />He went on undaunted <br />Maintaining his tough <br />And unshaken honesty stand <br />That he deserved the respect <br />Of even the incorrigible <br />Disgruntled, obnoxious taxmen <br /> <br />After several hours of <br />Peering over his numbers <br />And the punching in of figures <br />Into their calculators <br />The unwelcome intruders <br />Seemed convinced that he was <br />Not one of the evaders <br />They walked out more <br />Silently than they had entered <br /> <br />Mr. Good Citizen <br />Immediately shed <br />The bloated Botox look <br />Sighed a sigh of relief, smiling <br />The sweet smile of success <br />At yet another of his <br />Successful and <br />Scintillating performances.<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goodbye-mr-taxman/
