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Untold Tax
The thought of me, is hard to fake. But for all the others, so quick to take.
All aboard, at my expense. don't you worry, I'll pay your fee.
My promised hope is on its way. But you've made sure, it's behind your fence.
Myself on sale, discount truth. No ones here, and yet I stay.
So close to end, and yet so far. Cash my checks, yet skip my booth.
The thought of me, is hard to make, But for all the others, I refuse to break.
All aboard, at my expense. don't you worry, I'll pay your fee.
My promised hope is on its way. But you've made sure, it's behind your fence.
Myself on sale, discount truth. No ones here, and yet I stay.
So close to end, and yet so far. Cash my checks, yet skip my booth.
The thought of me, is hard to make, But for all the others, I refuse to break.
Published 4th Aug 2019
Author's Note
My second poem so far. I tried to use a different format then my first, but have to same effect. All forms of criticism are encouraged.
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