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.
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