They sat holding bottles
In their hands
And armpits
Pouring mouthful
Of liquor to fill
Their hollow stomachs.
They gazed at each other
As cat and mouse
And spoke a lot of
Inglish with slain syntax
To devirginate
Their motherland.
The two drunkards!
Spoke of a nation's illusions
And the wilted state of
A nation's elites
Raping the cultural norm
Who raped the temple?
They said something
About Lubowa hospital
And praised the Bus Kingdom
For Grazing well the Gen z's
Digging the tax hole
Who murmured a secured Future.
They gazed at each other
As hare and hyena
And shakily gasped for breath
Of the holy bribe paid
For their nocturnal duties
Poverty pasted on muzzled faces.
Oh, the two drunkards!
Finally hit the climax
And roared at each other of
An accusation of not belonging
Reached for each other's neck
To strangle a refugee within.
© Ankwasa Harlord
Paul Hogan now..A battler thats true' tall tails and long days,
The crocks could tell you.. Also' painter on the bridge
Over Sydney town, tested and tried.' Yet still not bested.' The taxman wanted to make him
Pay up' yet in the end?? Houges; just shot 'em down.'!
the scald war
even the penguins
gotta pay tax to make U.S.
implode on greed glut
‘Pon taxpayers a tad more trust,
On tax kitty a tad less lust,
Tax that dulls no young dream,
Gathers cream just from brim,
Tax too shy to assume,
Lets thousand flowers bloom,
A tax is no broom to clean dust.
_______________________
Happenings |04.05 2015, revised February 2025|
Not that the greed of the governments would let them heed to this unwanted advice. But this ditty is still hopeful, may in case….Wish, it reminds them of what WB Yeats once said: ‘Tread softly because you tread on my dreams'…. First written in 2015, ten years later the ditty is still hopeful.
Welcome to my hell
It's where I currently dwell
I hate tax season
If rain were a creature of shapeless form
The taxman would tax some of the jets
That he would regard as beyond the norm
But the tax receipt the rain doesn’t get
It’s a conflict of law and water tycoon
Who irresponsibly floods the land
This affects the climate on Earth and soon
There’ll be more sea and less of sand
By hearing this issues, the rain goes “ What?”
“Who do they think they are, judging me?
I’m closing my tabs, so you fools will get hot
Till you kneel and pray for my new jets to see.“
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.
Lost the fire in my belly but I still log on.
Working hard every day, dreaming to be free,
But can’t afford it in this economy.
Slaving in a sweat shop singing the blues,
Ain’t got time for a Caribbean cruise.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on,
Wondering where all my freedom has gone.
The price of eggs has me crying foul,
But Uncle Sam turns a deaf ear when I yowl.
Where O where have my tax dollars gone?
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.
Seems so strange to spend on climate change,
When me and my friends got no pocket change.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.
Will freedom be taxed until it's all gone?
Got a raise last week and was feeling good,
Until a gang burnt up my neighborhood.
Fentanyl is killing and our borders long gone.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.
Got a raise last week and was feeling good,
Until a peaceful gang burned my neighborhood.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.
Barely…, barely…, barely,
…Hanging…
on
tax the rich
just three words
fair is fair
A devious insurance man named
Max, became a billionaire,
Many moons ago, was only known
As a millionaire,
Now in express mode to become
A trillionaire,
An innocuous looking man knocked
On this billionaire’s
Door, said he was a Tax Officer who
Dealt with non-payment of taxes,
Being a bit of a nerd, the rich man
Immediately collapses,
The taxman asked, do you know
Why I’m here,
No, but it is to do with
My money I fear,
Seems you don’t understand,
Take my advice, stop thinking of
It as your money, it is now ours.
For on your tax returns we have
Spent months days and hours.
Tax Increase
Miracle Man
(From my archives)
Most who believe in wealth sharing,
Generally have their eyes on another’s wealth.
I strongly believe in sharing, and do,
but I also believe that I should be the one
who decides who I share it with;
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.
Will read my poems next
Tuesday at One and on
Saturday at 1100.
when book love to read
great eyesight will always need
wife has planted seed
when she bought a book
for hours would look and look
up whole world she shook
when a book would buy
on my wife had to rely
subject caused me to cry
when on book would decide
was about someone who lied
Trump to death have fried
when book to me did drop
Trump again up had to prop
Bad behavior should stop
when book had to pick
about Trump who was up a crick
should be beat with a stick
when subject would address
much humor my book would stress
while trying to impress
book was about death
those who had taken their last breath
we took bath with much wreath
When I want to relax
found books all spread out in stacks
subjects my mind would tax
when all through the years
books have brought out all my tears
fond full of hopes and fears
book with will agree
from sin God has set me free
best way you can be
when book was about rape
a noose would be tied with tape
life from will escape
in mail would be coming
could hear wheels on truck humming
through new book am thumbing
With some reluctance
I must confess to you
I found myself
At the Inland Revenue
Opening the door
To an enormous queue
I waited in line...
Forever. As you do.
Filling in forms
Of great quantity
Ticking boxes
Writing illegibly
Contradicting myself
In the fine details
Starting again
Numerous fails
Trying to recall
Things I did
While avoiding
A blatant fib
Tricky questions
Mopping my brow
Looking guilty
Sweating now
Escape at last
Recover with wine
From IRD forms
Labyrinthine
Got to put writing aside for a bit
Need to get the bookwork done
The taxman is waiting
He wants the numbers
With dollar signs in front
He doesn't care that he's taking me away
From my love of words
He just wants me to be done
By a certain day
So he can take my money....
I usually enjoy doing bookwork
It's a task I don't find dreary
Exercising brain muscles
But my mind can't stay focussed
Stray thoughts meander
Coming between columns of figures
Addition, multiplication, subtraction
Division, percentages and totals
Have flown away to the other side of the universe
Grab the nearest piece of paper
Pen in hand and start writing frantically
...OOPS...
Back to figuring again
Where was I?
Trying to keep my brain on a leash
But like a creek in a downpour
It runs everywhere but where it's meant to
A flash of a word
That's what I was looking for!
A whole new verse scrambles through my brain
Scrawling it onto paper as quick as I can
I WILL get the bookwork done
Eventually...
Zafar Khan Down do you pay your taxes?
Why are you interested in different sexes?
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