Letter To the Taxman
LETTER TO THE TAXMAN
We have to give too much in tax payment.
I suppose you don’t find it funny but I meant
Taxes in Texas seems like a double entendre,
Or suppose I signed myself the Nevada Evader.
Everybody’s in trouble because of tax and you.
IOWA may soon become known as IOU,
Missouri may become the OWE ME state.
When DC reaches for a statehood date
It’s nickname should be PAY ME.
Now, I know that nothing comes free
But have patience with me please:
I want to pay you, but it don’t grow on trees.
My savings box contains nix-to-the-max.
Now, maybe a sly fox could fix his return with a fax,
Or put a hex on your lox, with his bad behavior lax,
But I simply send you no money, and I want pax.
Please allow me deductions for my dress-code mix -
Though wearing a tux might vex the collector of tax,
I might be simply seem a figure of wax.
P.S. I like sex wearing six sox while playing the sax.
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