Friday, 29 January 2016


Tax his land, tax his bed
Tax the table at which he's fed
Tax his work, tax his pay
He works for peanuts anyway

Tax his cow, tax his goat
Tax his pants, tax his coat
Tax his smoke, tax his drink
Tax him if he tries to think

Tax his car, tax his gas
Find other ways to tax his ass
Tax all he has and let him know
You won't rest, till he has no dough

Should he scream; should he holler
Arrest him; grab him by the collar
Then tax him some more
Tax him till he's good and sore

Tax his coffin, tax his grave
Tax the sod in which he's laid
When he's gone, do not relax
Screw his corpse with inheritance tax
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