Report from my accountant
It's that time of year.
I work for myself so it's never quite clear.
Broke my old record...
I got paid paid five thousand six hundred
For the whole year!
Working with widows, pensioners too...
And anyone else who ain't got a clue.
Both my old vehicles are still able to run-
We had flooding rains and the punts never sunk.
So hear,
I am grateful that I got through
Another year over with little to do.
What about super, if you need compo you'll be broke!
No money for the leaches from this jolly bloke.
I always prosper, never hungry, seldom sick.
Have no stress,
And they think I'm thick.
I don't need anything
Nothing I have is new
But my bodies holding up
And I have enough teeth to chew.
I know the numbers don't make any sense...
My wife thinks I'm crazy.
I have no defence.
But hear
I sit
Telling whoever
Life for me
Has never been better.
So, on money I won't choke...
I'll take it easy
And look like the joke.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Right on!!
“But my bodies holding up
And I have enough teeth to chew.”
Love this line. 👍🏼
Razor sharp, they are.
I'll vote for that! 😊
Fortunately, not one is in the race.
Are you talking about me? Most of this fits.
We are not far from the kingdom of God.
Fantastic.
Many don't get it.
Fine words and beliefs 2781, if we can get by with what we have life is wonderful.
Andy
And bountiful!
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