The Taxman Cometh

A devil in three-piece polyester Sweaty jowls hanging over starched collar Worker’s bane, savings account molester Stalking your front door, try not to holler Huntin’ for your cash; not all he will do Piles of workers’ scalps under his front seat Lambs to the slaughter for our Darthie-poo Laundering funds for government elites Business buys Washington, who buys the vote Our tax dollars, the machine’s power source IRS laws cut the middle class’ throat Wall Street’s equal opportunity whores Puts the “fun” in “fundraising” for the Man Darthie’s knocking and he’s not here to beg One measly pound of flesh, that’s not his plan By law, he’s due at least one arm and leg 4/20/16