by David Skolnik

Created on: July 18, 2011

My Uncle Sam terrifies me.

He's one person, or maybe thousands.

He's a master at numbers, my Uncle $am.

His other name is IRS. 

I'm reminded every year to pay my taxes, or else.

I can be penalized, lose my paychecks,

Lose my house, go to jail.

You're always around Uncle Sam,

Since the day I received my Social Security Number.

So let me get this straight.

I work, pay taxes, then die.

Hardly cheery options.

No wonder I don't feel so close to you.

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