The Tax Man Picks My Pocket
The Tax Man Picks My Pocket
By Rick Rucker
The Tax Man regularly picks my pocket,
If I don’t go along with that, I’m on the court docket!
How much more would I have had in Life,
Without Taxes, and their strife?
A quarter of my income taken,
My faith in Mankind shaken,
Now, I hear it will be even more,
Soon, I won’t have to go to the store,
After paying rent, and gas,
On buying food, I’ll have to pass!
Not long after, I’ll be Dead,
When the Tax Man will put a price on my Head!
Then my family will have to, from the Tax Man, ransom,
What’s left of my estate, a figure not too handsome!
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