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