Tax Day - NaPoWriMO Day 15

Prompt:  write your own dramatic monologue. It doesn’t have to be quite as serious as Browning or Shakespeare, of course, but try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker” of your poem, and that could be acted by someone reciting the poem.

Tax Day

Forsooth, forshame; I hate this game
Thou plays with the IRS.
Tell'st me why, Tho' thou always comply
Thou waitest 'til the 15th to confess
The income and wages from W-2 pages
Of both your career and mine?
(Although mine quite meager) Thou'st never too eager
To complete them and then to sign
Our names, jointly filing, ere hours compiling
And cursing percentages taken;
'Tis true, 'tis inflated, and perchance unjustly weighted
'Gainst those who bring home middle class bacon;
Though hardly ever we owe, it just goes to show
Thine stubborn streak wide, yet not appalling; 
Be thou up in arms, I am "mistress of your charms"*
And love thee in spite of thine tax stalling. 

*from Hecate's monologue in Macbeth, Act 3, Scene 5
"Hark! I am called. My little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me."