Poet Tellaferro Poet Rhyme

Death and Taxes

Someone once said 
“The only assurances in life is death and taxes!”
I’ll let you read the fine print, I’ll send the faxes
All there is; is death and taxes!
Watch me grind my sliver axes 
Watch the blade gleam in the slow moonlight 
I like the way it sparkles in your hooded eyes
You have paid your dews, your pound of flesh for glory,
Fury for the masses…
You have been taxed & now all you have is me 
Here too reap my rewards 
As your vain opens, crimson flows like wine at the Eucharist
Unholy is my communion, your blood is my life!
As I watch your eyes go relax
All you have now is me at last
What a trip, as I wander to the holly-caust
The people I meet, the things they say, and do! Oh, My!
What a wonderful thing his Creation is…
This life you mortals live
As I have mentioned before 
I’m the one assurance that some say is inevitable 
As death and taxes, and your taxes have been paid.

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Sara Kendrick September 5, 2023 at 5:47 AM They increased our property taxes by 5 this year. They did not go up on the millage rate but re-evaluated the property to a much higher rate. Bad news for people who are older and can't get a job to help pay for the increase and I am sure some will need to sell to pay to be able to live in their home. Thanks for sharing this one. Momma used to say you can't get blood out of a turnip but daddy would say you can sure cook the turnip. Sara Poet Tellaferro December 28, 2023 at 7:05 PM Thanks for your comment. turnips are not good for getting blood out of. lOl