first we pay our taxes, and then....

my room tonight is paved with paper.
the classic procrastinator,
i search for my tax info on the next to very last day.
there are hundreds of receipts in duplicate and triplicate,
multiple mailings from banks with special credit card offers,
empty credit checks just begging to be filled out,
catalogs and dogalogs and sample magazines,
flyers tucked in with utility bills;
they're all tossed to the floor,
a visual cacophony.
i swim across a paper pool
in search of sunken documents.
what if this were my very last day?
what a pathetic way to go.