TAX TIME AND THREE BIG MISTAKES
They say only two things in life are certain—death and taxes.
And it is that time again. You work and work till May. Your pay is for Uncle Sam they say.
After May, you can pay yourself---but wait how about the state and your local taxes too.
Oh, it it were only that simple!. It gets even better—a long time ago, I got audited.
What a time and what a place--Jobless and struggling to start a business.
I made my first big mistake of declaring my next room as office
never knowing that was a trigger, a 99% trigger, I later learned.
You wouldn't wish an audit for your worst enemy.
Relentless is the understatement for my assigned auditor,
Young and pretty, she was an apprentice
She came to my house and followed her superior to the letter;
“That room is no office, it is your living room,” she declared.
She would not hear my weak alibis—“I am older than you, I have a heart condition,
and perchance I remind you of your own mother“
fell all to no avail in deaf ears.
To say I was a nervous wreck was no exaggeration.
I cowered and stressed and skipped precious sleep's hours.
I am so sure she got a nice promotion
for squeezing the $6,000 that I did not really have.
I hired a so called tax preparer to help me out.
Found her ad in the Village Voice and that was the second biggest mistake that I have ever made.
She messed up all my records that I couldn't make heads or tails out of my own receipts.
When I refused to pay up she showed me a gun she kept in her pocketbook
presumable ready to be used for anybody who crossed her path.
So I paid her the $3000 for further messing my miserable life and leaving me alone.
After that I thought I would go straight and go to H and R Block to seek help
That was the third biggest mistake I have ever made.
I sat for two hours with shoe boxes of past years' receipts.
He hemmed and hawed and complained of my expenses
Asked me if they were real and some undocumented,
So I asked him if was an IRS rep, to which he retorted,
No, it is my reputation that is on the line should I not be able to prove each and every one.
He took his time and did not finish my return till alas it was the last day and I had to cough up
whatever he thought I needed to pay. A thousand for him and a nice sum for Uncle Sam.
Today and the past few years I decided to do my own taxes, My Schedule A,B,C,D and E.
I now have an idea of what it will be—the rules for IRA, Roth and even variable and fixed annuities.
I am happier and know what triggers the IRS can be
And now I understand Leona Helmsley when she said “Only little people pay taxes.”
THE TALL AND LANKY MAN WITH THE SOFT BROWN EYES
He must have been a hunk,
This man in his 80's, now slightly bent and slow in gait,
Where has he been and what has he done
This tall and lanky man with the soft brown eyes
Many a tale he has woven, many still he weaves
even now—says he when he was young, a fascinating tale
While working in Big Apples prestigious press
Working part time really, partly to sustain himself,
Amidst its varying group of similar needs.
When much to his surprise one day she came, all gorgeous boss
bedecked in provocative clothes and “Come to my office, please”
Did I do something wrong, with trembling pace
He slowly walked with doubtful thoughts, please let me
not lose this piece of support.
“What are you doing after work”, she asked
“I need a small favor.” With a heavy sigh he answered, “Oh nothing important,
is there something I can do for you?
“Yes, I would like to invite you for coffee, can you oblige
A small and pressing problem I must decide.”
She invited him to her abode, all four flights of foreboding supports
What could she possibly want he asked himself as he pulled and pressed
his clean white shirt, his narrow tie and Harris tweed jacket just newly bought
from the neighborhood bazaar--all colors matched in his awkward pose.
Quietly they reposed, this tall and lanky man with the soft brown eyes and the
gorgeous slender blonde he so admired. He often thought
A woman like this is too good for me, me a working stiff still oft to school.
She dimmed the lights, left the blinds half agape--to let the full moon peek
at only the shadows along the white washed wall.
She quietly held him tight against her breast, Kissed him coolly to his surprise
Undressed him slowly to and held his hand to unbutton her too,
No words were spoken, but actions were deliberate and slow,
Full of tenderness they kissed and made love under the staring moon
This tall and lanky man with the soft brown eyes and the blonde.
“Would you like some coffee?' she asked. So natural he could not fathom what just occurred,
“You see, I am getting married next week and my fiance I hear
Has cheated on me. I do not know the circumstances and nor do I care to know.
I love him too much and I cannot retreat, so much preparation so many guests to see,
This is my way to revenge—a tooth for a tooth and now we are even.” '
“Can we get more revenge my sweet, I kinda like your avenging ways,” he said.
“No,” she said, “but you are sweet, but now remember no words, keep it discreet.”
Lourdes Rao started writing anecdotes and short stories – some got published, some won awards. In her chosen academic profession, it is “publish or perish”. She published scholarly/technical articles, resulting in being promoted to an associate professorship at CUNY. She now enjoys writing poetry mostly free style often with humorous twists.