Middle Class Misery

Hopes dashed, dreams fade,
Gotta go to work another day.
Paid my money, bought my ticket
Thought I could tell my boss to stick it.
But here I sit on Sunday night,
Knowing by the morning light.
I'll be back at my desk slaving away,
Hoping to make it through one more day.
And uncle Sam you must be smiling,
Knowing in January I'll be filing.
You've stuck it to me one more year,
More taxes await as I live in fear.
Thanks so much dear President Obama,
For creating all this political drama.
Thought by now I'd be seeing the change,
You promised our country on election day.
But who am I, just the middle class,
To our federal government "Kiss My Ass!"