I Got Your Taxes
Our congress just loves to lament,
about waste when taxes are spent,
but say it ain't healthy
to tax raise the wealthy
so they tax those that can't pay rent.
Roads and the schools need maintaining,
from taxes I'm not abstaining,
while the poor live on beans
its the ones with the means
that are doing the complaining.
I choose a career that won't pass,
just anywhere near upper class,
but I'll make my dollar
with sweaty blue collar
The wealthy can all kiss my ass.
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