Mentally flushed down the drain;
brain numb from calculations,
recalculations, checking over and under.
Numerically flayed alive by columns that
don’t match the W2’s or spreadsheets.
What I do for art as an independent
business person; did I tell you I dislike
this all important aspect… creation antithesis.
That said, I keep heroically accurate records.
Monthly entering cash in and cash out…
expenses and receipts filed in chronological order!
Must be computer gremlins playing tricks
with excel program; thought I heard snickers
amongst my frustrated fowl mutterings,
prolonged gasping groans, cluttered air of naughty
words exceeding safe decibel levels.
Herein lies evidence that math skills and art
magic don’t spontaneously inhabit same brain side.
Pajamas, that's where I'm heading with a binky…