The Tax Man Cometh
Sally made silly jewelry,
with seashells from the seashore
She put an ad on Facebook,
to advertise her brand-new store.
When she sold all that she had,
the people still wanted more.
She went to the bank to get a loan,
to buy more than she had before.
Then some men in blue suits,
came knocking on her door.
Said pay us for back taxes,
or you can’t sell,
your seashells,
anymore.
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