TAX SEASON

Ladies and gentlemen my feathers have been ruffled. 
My fancy has been tickled.
My proof has been diluted.
My roots have been uprooted.
My soil no longer saturated, from thy gold thou has excavated.
Removed but not segregated, far enough to deem me incapacitated.
A gathering of metaphors and similes to illustrate my illustration.
They already taken more than what I'm making.
THIS IS TAX SEASON. 
Prolonging them W2s is only gonna build up my frustration. 
Tax Season