MEET THE TAX MAN
A devious insurance man named
Max, became a billionaire,
Many moons ago, was only known
As a millionaire,
Now in express mode to become
A trillionaire,
An innocuous looking man knocked
On this billionaire’s
Door, said he was a Tax Officer who
Dealt with non-payment of taxes,
Being a bit of a nerd, the rich man
Immediately collapses,
The taxman asked, do you know
Why I’m here,
No, but it is to do with
My money I fear,
Seems you don’t understand,
Take my advice, stop thinking of
It as your money, it is now ours.
For on your tax returns we have
Spent months days and hours.
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