Winter in the Rockies

Winter in the Rockies

Cardinals chirp discordant love songs
from the bowels of rotting trees -
jackhammers dig-up all my wrongs,
the taxman calls to you and me.
the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

I can hear the worms of sadness
tunnelling to my very core -
I can taste the edge of madness
knocking at the outhouse door.
the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

What's the sense of making sense,
for in the breeze I hear my name.
I long to leap this cosmic fence
I yearn for fortune, mimes, and fame.
the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

Oh, I shall marry - break like the wind,
to heal the shackles of my heart.
For I am a willow, I will not bend,
and before the horse I put the cart.
the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

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Prompt: Swift incongruity. Strange imagery is what counts here, with a rocking rhythm.
Max. Lines: 20
Free Verse (either free verse or any poetry form. Please spare me sonnets.)