I seem to remember?
mr trump was doing
Away with such?
I't seems now forgotten
Pretty much.'
Taxed To Death
Yes, we are all exhausted
And yes, we are all taxed to death
Money vanishes without a trace
Cost of living these days are insane
Too many burdens to carry
Frustrated to the brink
With no room to breath
Taxes to pay for our freedom
Money can ruin a marriage
Life is draining the middle class
Just to keep your head above water
Bills are never ending
Our government indulges in consistent spending
Just eat beans and rice
Don’t have a choice
Anchored down to the almighty dollar
Money torrent like water
Just walk off the cliff
Knee deep in blood
Tried and tested by a virus, novel
I sit by the hearth of my lowly hovel
Taxed some more, without relief
Our kings, of their infallibility, grow in belief
Stimulus packages to the Lords
Home based care for the lowly sods
Dynastic games they play
The masses can only moan and pray
They Take from us , what we work hard to get
they give it to bums , who wont break a sweat
claiming poverty , they don't even try
No wonder this country is running dry
why do we pay , for there drink and there drugs
or women with 10 kids 3 cats and 4 dugs
taxes for that , taxes for this
that guy don't work or have any kids
big old house , real fancy car
he claims benefits cause he slipped in a bar
"i don't even work , I'm in to much pain
I'll just take your money and none of the blame"
cause our government , lets this happen , and thats ok
we work hard and hand the bums our pay
cause society sucks , and this is for real
the rich get richer and the lowlifes steal
from the middle class, guys like us
were used to it , no need to fuss
so back to work tomorrow we go.....
watch politicians plead poverty , while there bank books grow
i wonder how quick , society would change
if i took over and held the reigns
I'd tax them as much as i could
freeze there wage for as long as it took
get this country off its knees , then let us workers live tax free
maybe thats too harsh , for some of you
but just remember , this is my view.
My hero is Henry David Thoreau
Rather than pay taxes, to jail he’d go
With Uncle Sam’s hand out
Thoreau turned up his snout
Refused the poll tax, voting he’d forego
An elderly woman across the street
High property taxes she could not meet
Her house went to foreclosure
Homeless, died of exposure
While the politicians live on High Street
Jonah dwelt in the belly of a whale
No taxes on such a home did prevail
But as soon as he got out
Jonah faced taxes no doubt
Moby Dick's "inner condo" is for sale
Entry for the Taxing Times contest
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