No Interest In Your Penalty

Yesterday, I was at a gig and the bass player asked me to verify my social security number.

It had to do with my 1099 tax info.

The number was off by one number. I provided the correct digit and said, “Looks like the Tax Man’s after me again.”

I know I’m not the only to have problems with the IRS so I’m not gonna do much whinin’ to the choir and I won’t deny I owe them money,

In fact, I’ve already tried 4 or 5 half-assed attempts to make reparation, and, honestly, it wasn’t all my fault these payment plans haven’t worked out.

But, who cares?

Not me.


About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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