Love and Taxes - A Poem

Feb 10
1 min read

If I must fall,

Let it be for love.

For truth.

For the heat that melted my wings, not the fear that kept me grounded.

I will never walk the path of a righteous man.

I cannot offer my soul to any god, because its not mine to offer.

It is hers, as is everything that I am or will be.

Except for HMRC.

I owe them a shit load.

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