The mornings pass like dominos,
falling faster with momentum
Growing up, growing old,
P.S. I'm not trying to be sentimental
I'll be an adult, fit into the mold
Keeping a job, making decisions, maybe even be mental
But there's one thing I just don't know
The most important part of being an American
What do they say? Death and Taxes?
I should listen better then,
My mom sits hunched over her shoe box
Filled to thebrim wtih white enveloped "bills"
But if she doesn't send them,
she says she'll go to jail.
What does that mean? Those simple files?
Can take innocent people to prison?
As a child, I just don't understand
And I wish that i could change that
In school they teach me about photosynthesis
Over, and over, again.
Learning PE, English, literature
But never about the one thing I have to send
When I grow up and graduate, I'll eventually be on my own
No family to teach me, no hand to hold
Yet nobody taught me the rules.
They told me not to steal, not to lie
Not to murder, and to be kind
But they never taught these "taxes"
Did they think it was easy? Did they not have time?
While i was twiddling my thumbs in my classes?
They cry and complain about "death and taxes", But
don't teach me how to make it better.
They don't teach me what to do!
Leaving me alone, and scared to send these letters
"Just sign here, and here this is a W-2"
but, WHAT! They didn't teach me this in school.
They don't teach me the fundamentals of being American,
Those adults, they've got it right my opinion doesn't matter.
Because each time I ask a question, about these Taxes
They say, "You'll learn when you're older."