TAXING THOUGHTS
Let us hide behind a litany of lunacy
Of gods and Gods, prophets and profits
Does it do any good to feed the hungry
When we are the cause of the hunger
To take money from those who work
And give it to those who can’t or won’t
Do the presidents dogs really need SS protection
More than his garage door needs a lock
Why does the Red hat of the toreador
Arouse such venom in the capeless
Must I give up my right to be me
So that you can exercise your right to be you
Must I turn away
Lest my eyes offend you
Silence my laughter
To sooth your self-centeredness
Must I teach my children and grandchildren
That they are less than because of who they are
Let us hide behind a plethora of flags
And mock the one allowing them to fly
Nothing quite like taxpaying civilians:
tax billionaires of all of their billions.
But win ‘em a lottery?
Resolve gets quite watery:
seems the IRS wants two hundred million.
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People reportedly outraged at having to pay $200M in tax on an immediate payout of the $1.6B lottery, lol.
(This one is a bit long for a limerick. I wish there was a generic Quintilla - the English is ababb and the Sicilian is ababa, and this is of course aabba.)
A Couplet
on
Taxing Unrealized Gains
By Miracle Man
10/27/2021
Biden’s henchmen must think that we have no brains,
You must cash in your winnings to spend your gains.
A Couplet
on
Taxing & Spending
By: Tom
10/29/2021
Our elected officials are irrational thinkers,
tax and spend ideas are invariable stinkers.
Government ghosts gathers gains greedily
10/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Donald Trump rejected Gal-Up poll
Reporting it "was pure hyperbole
"To be honest with you
There is naught I can do
My tax returns fell down that Black Hole!
An audit caused me so much distress,
a demand arrived from IRS
I’ve interest to pay
or they’ll lock me away
my finances are in a huge mess!
Neat alcohol's one of my vices -
my wallet has hit a huge crisis,
much to my chagrin
I can’t afford gin
I’m angry at inflated prices!
FEMALE
RUSSIAN DIOPSIDE
Size 6
12/23/18
Tomorrow is Our Taxing Day
By Franklin Price
4/14/2016
Tomorrow is our taxing day
The IRS will have its way
Unless you've filed or did extend
They'll stick it to you at the end
To get a refund you must trust
Deductions were not formed from dust
For smoke and mirrors with the forms
Could get you cells not college dorms
Do not tempt the audit man
Of cheaters he is not a fan
If all your figures not in line
Expect at least sufficient fine
You may find you have to pay
More than you gave from day to day
Write the check and see it's sent
To pay the Senate, House and President.
When a Norwegian cow passes gas
They want to tax the gas from its ‘ass’
A cow passes 4 tonnes of methane each year
Just imagine the stink from its rear!!!!
Thanks for the inspiration Anne Lise ***
Jan Allison
31st March 2016
I pay the tax you keep billing
Although very poor I am willing
Collective we are rich
Alone down to the last stitch
A part of this cull of one’s last shilling.
Our tax is outrageous
Our politicians umbrageous
Like one step forward
Then two steps backward
Is being honest disadvantageous?
An old man who lived in a windmill
Way up north in the town of Churchill
Was told he would have to pay
The revenue man the next day
Spent all night taking a part his still.
© harry horsman 2011
Rich ones get richer from our wages.
Middle man paid with too many pages.
We continue on path.
Hiding outrageous wrath,
Revolved in political stages,
Taxes, taxes, what will be the due.
Deductions, exemptions for a few,
All my money they have kept.
Deducting tears I wept.
Tax man arrived claimed all of them too.
The poor keeps getting poorer each year.
They cannot wait for rebate, they cheer.
Sell off, early rebate.
Federal and the state,
Money now, money, for wine and beer,
Written for
Sponsor Carolyn Devonshire
Contest Name Taxing Times
The hoopla of Christmas has come and gone
The checkbook for that spree is overdrawn
Lord, please have mercy on me
I can already foresee
To pay Uncle Sam my dog I must pawn
Outsourcing IRS I can't condone
They linked me up to Sierra Leone
I just could not comprehend
The guy on the other end
It was a nasty discourse on the phone
This year the IRS has bled me dry
May have to mortgage the house to comply
I've searched for more deductions
But find no more reductions
It hurts to laugh and I'm too old to cry
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 6 in Carolyn Devonshire's "Taxing Times" Contest - Feb 2011
A tax for beer,
a tax for smokes;
So why not tax
sex and dope?
We need the money-
that’s not in doubt,
so tax that hooker
when she puts out!
And tax the dealer
who sells the drugs
to stupid kids
and slimy thugs!
While we’re at it,
let’s regulate
disease and purity
in every state
Let users know
how pure’s the pot;
Inform the johns
of what she’s got
Tax the sales
and income too;
With all that cash
what could we do?
We could feed the hungry
and clothe the poor,
all on the backs
of dealers and whores...
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