A sly squirrel peddled bright tulips with glee,
But his cash stash was shady as can be.
The IRS came—what a fright!
He buried his bucks overnight,
Now he’s rich… in acorns, tax-free!
Emirati Glitterati…sold their soul
All for an arty farty party so dull
Each troll got a very simple goal
Going for gold their Faustian role
Befriend astro knoll on pretend atoll
Look at me vanity but never a lull
Narcissist fantasy look like a doll
Maybe botox detox don't annul
Tax free captivity in goldfish bowl
Not like before well war takes its toll
Rakes get the shakes out of control
Save me plea on every single scroll
Fakes & flakes on the make must cull
Hard not to laugh at whole rigmarole
Tragic they chose their Arabic hellhole
Goodbye to Dubai magic back to Hull
Mull over becoming a prole on the dole
If there was a poll would say Tres Drole
Or on insular influencer peninsula "LOL"
You’d mind us kindly once again,
for our good health, and the wealth
of the nations.
You mean … you’ll mine us,
ours will be the running sweat,
the burning toil to unshutter the breathing vents,
drain the dark shafts, pump the carrying oil, then
back to work with bright canaries
strapped to the buckling back.
We’d sing our bowed-head, whistling songs
underground in the damp earth of memories,
where we’ll again be wed
under the stars of your crosses and banners,
our dry roots will knot like twisted longtime lovers.
The grand old parents left seawards so long ago
taking the deep gold and crown diamonds
with them, and we were left, lonely
children in the wilds to fight it out
with dusty dingoes and the lion prides.
Now the proud, younger lords return
to exact their blood inheritance, tax free.
A century of tomorrow’s sunsets
will see the grandchildren abandoned
on these seething shores, again to kindle
fires against hungry tigers and slinking panthers.
Show us the canary.
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.'!
He's a blue-collar artist supreme.
With a medium of drywall and wet concrete.
He was laid off when Build Back Better lost its gloss.
He occasionally does side jobs... tax-free.
The beard is unkempt; he flashes a tattooed head.
He's donning a third-trimester belly.
That he calls Johnny Walker Red.
It's going to be some time until his next masterpiece.
There are people who profit, from weapons that kill, and others with narcotics, that sell at will.
There are people who steal and lie, and others bully innocents without batting an eye.
There are people in positions of high esteem, making millions off those who struggle, working a daily routine.
Power and greed, breed social dismay,
which society accepts, for it is dictated that way.
A donation or two gains a welcoming applause,
that appears to be given for a meaningful cause.
Don’t be fooled, for it is a calculated game,
for tax-free reasons being easy to claim.
Our world is warning, us to change our ways.
in all humanity, that the above, portrays.
You won special invitation
To a journey overseas
There’s no visa application
You’re not paying any fees
Easy flight is guaranteed
You’ll be pleasantly surprised
To find out all goods tax free
And the prices not too high
Voucher for accommodation
Is already paid for you
All required information
In your room with charming view
You can walk the streets of dream
You may see the best museums
Drink some coff with clotted cream
Talk sweet talk with Europeans
So its up to your discretion
To accept a chance to see
All that causes my depression
If you still accepting me
But you cannot hear my sorries
Just because you’re overseas
I would rather share my worries
With an animated breeze
That is blowing in your garden
Enters room just by caprice
And you say - I beg your pardon
How on earth we’ve come to this?
Hear my whisper – its because
Sun is shining bright for thee
And I can’t believe it was
Same as now, without me.
Aloft in once pure blue,
form strings of yellow hue -
pollutant see-o-two.
Man's abuse going on.
Dumping fossil carbon.
More filthy pollution.
Six miles up it is seen.
The sky a crisscross scene
from tax free kerosene.
Anchor.Recently you are invited as chief guest..
Zafar.Yeah, I am a very good Rider..
Anchor.I have seen your paddling skills..
Zafar.I just Love cycles and cycling..
Anchor.What type of cycles Do you love the most?
Zafar.I love all types of cycles from small to Big..
Anchor.What is your favourite Position?
Zafar.What do you mean by Position?
Anchor.What type of cycles are your favourite?
Zafar.Fast running and tax free cycles are my favourite..
Anchor.What about Pakistani Cycles?
Zafar.They are good and some of them are very good...
Anchor.What do you feel after cycling?
Zafar.I feel exhausted and tired..
Our first bloodline land grand owner was Daniel Collier born 1775 in Sussex Virginia in my family tree
the next following heirs had land by ;Benjamin Green berry collier, Hugh Collier and William Coleman Collier who were all from Tennessee.
They were all my May Flower Generation who lived in the good old days but were not tax free!
my grandpa William Coleman Collier plowed with only horses until he died in 1974
my dad was William Coleman Collier jr, our first military soldier maybe involved in Vietnam to die poor.
I Jennifer Collier was born in Florida in 1967. I lived all over the world to miss my American culture and heritage
My mother was German with military travels in her new marriage
I was wife and mother of three children born in Alaska in my 20 year military life time
when I became single i moved to my roots
where William Coleman Collier ring in my ears like an old settler chime
Crime occurs because of Need,
and society perpetuates the need for money.
People sell drugs because they see an opportunity,
to make a lot of money completely tax free,
but if everyone were provided all their needs,
people couldn't sell drugs to anybody,
and in a society where money is no longer in use,
people couldn't sell anyone drugs, even if they wanted to.
If you eliminate the conditions that generate criminal behaviour,
you will no longer have such abhorrent behaviour,.. anywhere.
Donald Trump and Paul Manafort
Are seen to be Uncle Sam's wart
They both claim to be
Quite rich and tax-free
But in court they both come up short
Immigration history
Reveals a USA flaw:
Trump's grandfather and mother
Were 1-step ahead of the law.
Lacking moral character
They plundered all they could
Baby Donny quickly learned
Bilking government is good
Trump's Administration team
Found back-stabbing child's play
"The Richest Man in Babylon"
Reported a better way
Trump's tax-free cash is soaring
For his real estate is prime
It makes Trump happy knowing
Its all on the voter's dime!
Ask not what your country can do for you,
don’t question whether your nation will bleed
red, white and blue true
Tax bleed thru and thru for you
Ask instead what good sacrifice will you offer to do
Will you take a kitchen knife
and split your chubby checkbook in two?
Do you see stars as you bleed,
do the ruddy stripes
make you wanna faint from the sight?
A deep tax cut is always good
for economic recovery cash flow
The richer be your investment capital,
the more dividend treasures
come raining thru your bank teller window
The poorer be your homestead financial,
the money drought
will withering cut your cash crop growth
Another deep tax cut
will surely good knife me
into permanent I.V. poverty
What’s good for the goose
running the government,
is taking a grave gander out of me
What can I do in service for my country?
Labor for more slave pay that ain’t tax-free
yesterday I walked home in the rain
and forgot
for thirty minutes
that I was grown up
and in heels, business dressed
and straightened hair,
and remembered
something free
locked into the
sky like moonstone
murky and luminous
a tousled beauty buried
in routines and duties
no umbrella, thirty minutes
a woman in transit
without belonging
tax free.
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