Don Carroll

TAXES

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A "friendly" little poem
from one of our "favorite"
government departments....
You guessed it - the I.R.S.

Tax his land, tax his wage,
Tax his bed in which he lays.
Tax his tractor, tax his mule,
Teach him taxes is the rule.

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Tax his cow, tax his goat,
Tax his pants, tax his coat.
Tax his ties, tax his shirts,
Tax his work, tax his dirt.

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Tax his tobacco, tax his drink,
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his booze, tax his beers,
If he cries, tax his tears.

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Tax his bills, tax his gas,
Tax his notes, tax his cash.
Tax him good and let him know
That after taxes, he has no dough.

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If he hollers, tax him more,
Tax him until he's good and sore.
And when he's gone, we won't relax,
We'll still be after the inheritance TAX!!!

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