Death and Taxes

I'm doing my best, at what I can, I've absorbed some Life from boy to man, uncertain at times, now i find Times are uncertain..' Much fear and denial while some Are tearing the curtains.' The established fear-mongers Peddle; the lies, same as before, so much sympathy? homilys DIsguise; and furore.' A main threat is something will be taken away' As such is attempted, by night and by day you recieve your Matter and always you pay, as the object decreases its value But hey.! When you're all done chasing, and storing; adoring' all such You in turn; will be offered as goods, pretty much! You'll be stored up And cleaned up, and boxed up, for ill or for good? you get eulogised Lionized, maybe buried at sea.? Or feted then cremated? Or a diamond could be.? Its all human mullarky, from the Start to the end, while someones always paying, Its death and Taxes my freind !