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Subject: Tax Poem
Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2006 08:27:46 EDT
Thank you Paula.
> 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 ass
> Tax the roads he must pass.
> Tax his tobacco, tax his drink,
> Tax him if he tries to think.
> Tax his booze, 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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