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Best Famous Retail Poems

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Written by Ellis Parker Butler | Create an image from this poem

The Final Tax

 Said Statesman A to Statesman Z:
“What can we tax that is not paying?
We’re taxing every blessed thing—
Here’s what our people are defraying:

“Tariff tax, income tax,
Tax on retail sales,
Club tax, school tax,
Tax on beers and ales,

“City tax, county tax,
Tax on obligations,
War tax.
wine tax, Tax on corporations, “Brewer tax, sewer tax, Tax on motor cars, Bond tax, stock tax, Tax on liquor bars, “Bridge tax, check tax, Tax on drugs and pills, Gas tax, ticket tax, Tax on gifts in wills, “Poll tax, dog tax, Tax on money loaned, State tax, road tax, Tax on all things owned, “Stamp tax, land tax, Tax on wedding ring, High tax, low tax, Tax on everything!” Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: “That is the list, a pretty bevy; No thing or act that is untaxed; There’s nothing more on which to levy.
” Said Statesman Z to Statesman A: “The deficit each moment waxes; This is no time for us to fail— We will decree a tax on taxes.


Written by John Berryman | Create an image from this poem

Dream Song 57: In a state of chortle sin--once he reflected

 In a state of chortle sin—once he reflected,
swilling tomato juice—live I, and did
more than my thirstier years.
To Hell then will it maul me? for good talk, and gripe of retail loss? I dare say not.
I don't thínk there's that place save sullen here, wherefrom she flies tonight retrieving her whole body, which I need.
I recall a 'coon treed, flashlights, & barks, and I was in that tree, and something can (has) been said for sobriety but very little.
The guns.
Ah, darling, it was late for me, midnight, at seven.
How in famished youth could I forsee Henry's sweet seed unspent across so flying barren ground, where would my loves dislimn whose dogs abound? I fell out of the tree.

Book: Shattered Sighs