My Money

Where did all my money go? I had a stash not to long ago, Money was no object if I wanted it, I loved for people to see me flaunt it. I was friends with Andrew, Ulysses and Ben, They stayed with me until when, The government said keeping my money was a sin, So they taxed me to give it back again. The more money I busted my chops to make, The more the government justifies to take. I don’t know anymore if I will make it, As soon as I make an extra buck they take it. Now my balance sheet is in the red, I’ll being paying taxes long after I am dead, Why can’t they be happy with 10% God wants us to give, Instead of leaving me barely enough dough to live. If only I could go back in time, And save all those nickels and dimes, I could fade away and be free, And never worry about social security.