Tax This
The Robin Hood days are here no more
Rob from the rich and give to the poor
I long for Sherwood Forest
The rich became the poorest
Now they take until my wallet is sore
But they'll always find a way to tax
Preying on workers who break their backs
Why does it have to be me
And I mean honestly
I'll be paying this year with scooby snacks
Do they think that I'm made of money?
They squeeze 'til my nose is runny
They tax 'til we have no life
You'd think they were my wife
Next thing you know there calling me honey
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2011
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