Death and Taxes

O Benjamin Franklin!

How you glimpsed

The inner reaches of my heart

Staring out from my billfold.

 

But you could not see

Through your circular glasses

That your two certainties

Are one:

 

Both are invitations

To open

the grasping hand,

To break

the clenched fist,

To watch

the prescriptions

we crave

 

 

 

disappear

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