THE DEADLINE
A human in an institution,
Which isn't loved too much
Because of dreaded annual intrusion
Into a person's finances and such,
Was busy sorting stacks of documents.
And with a deadline drawing near
Slaved long and hard with diligence,
When entered Bob, her overseer,
To check the progress for today's report.
He was accompanied by agent Juan,
His boss, a friendly, easygoing sort,
To ascertain the sorting job was done.
Soon after, it was ten to one,
Arrived the second in command
With coffee cups for everyone.
There were now four on hand.
The last was the department head
To join the group at half past one.
He didn't either help, instead,
He urged the toiling human on.
At five, you know, the deadline came
And you could hear them tell,
The IRS was not to blame,
It was the lack of personnel.
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