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Taxation Poem
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Tax his land, tax his wage,
Tax his bed in which
he lays.
Tax his tractor, tax his mule,
Teach
him taxes is the rule
Tax his cow, tax his goat,
Tax his pants, tax his coat.
Tax his ties, tax his
shirts,
Tax his work, tax his dirt
Tax his
chew, tax his smoke,
Teach him taxes are no joke.
Tax his car, tax his grass,
Tax the roads he must
pass
Tax his food, tax his drink,
Tax him
if he tries to think.
Tax his sodas, tax his beers,
If he cries, tax his tears
Tax his bills, tax
his gas,
Tax his notes, tax his cash.
Tax him
good and let him know
That after taxes, he has no
dough
If he hollers, tax him more,
Tax him
until he's good and sore.
Tax his coffin, tax his
grave,
Tax the sod in which he lays
Put these
words upon his tomb,
"Taxes drove me to my doom!"
And when he's gone, we won't relax,
We'll still be
after the inheritance tax |
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