Tax Free Poems

Houges bit back'

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.'!

Concrete Moses

He's a blue collared 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 he calls Johnny walker red 
It's going to be some time until his next masterpiece.

Profit

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.

Imaginary Voyage

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.

Get Real About Fuel

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.

Cycling

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..

My Old Settler Bloodline

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

Abhorrent Behaviour

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.

Celebrity Limerick

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

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!

Good Knife Me

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

Duty 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.

Scientologists

It looked like a scene from a sci-fi film
When the aliens roam through town,
In their matching clothes with their faces set
Showing neither a smile nor frown.

With determined strides, lone or in a group,
They went scurrying to and fro
And their stark white shirts and their dark black vests
Told me all that I need to know.

Past their tax-free lairs and their fenced-in rooms 
We drove, wondering mostly why
Folks would get sucked in to this seeming cult
As reality passes them by.  

Anyone can choose how to live his life
And so, too, Scientology peeps,
But observing them, all that I can say
Is it gave me a case of the creeps.

These Two Things

Only two things are certain in life,
death and taxes
You can cheat one,
but you can't cheat the other
Ooh, what would a person give to live
They would give everything ... and more,
if it was possible
I bet some wish
that the Grim reaper was the tax man
Then they could seek shelter from death
with a graduated tax-rate insurance plan
Strike a bargain for longevity,
then pass through the inheritance tax loopholes
Grease the Reaper's palms a little bit,
it would put a lot of cold water on those hot coals
When death is biting you in the butt,
guess what ...
you're gonna pay the tax man
his fair cut
So pony up
There's only two things
you need worry 'bout friend-o:
Death and taxes
Those two things are certain, for sure
The only two questions are:
which one gets paid first,
and where are you gonna go?
Will it be a tax-free trip to heaven on resurrection day,
or the tax trapdoor down to hell below
And that door
is sealed tight with no hedge fund window

The Ruling Class Have No Class

It's all about myself and protecting my wealth 
I'm a Tory my dear , a Tory 
Paying less tax is all that I ask 
I'm a Tory my dear, a Tory
The NHS being trashed and as no cash 
I'm a Tory my dear, a Tory
schools falling down and to many in the classroom
I'm a Tory my dear, a Tory 
Tax free saving off shore 
I'm a Tory me dear, a Tory
hundreds died from suicide
I'm a Tory me dear, a Tory 
Fiddled expenses wages for wife
I'm a Tory me dear ,a Tory
Syria ransacked ,refugees refused access 
I'm a Tory me dear, a Tory

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