Anon.

This is not my work, my mother emailed it me from a forward to her so who knows. If it’s you then pls add your name to it. It’s def a poem of the times so. Enjoy.

Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table,
At which he’s fed.

Tax his work,
Tax his pay,
He works for peanuts
Anyway!

Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.

Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.

Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his ass.

Tax all he has
Then let him know,
That you won’t be done
Till he has no dough.

When he screams and he hollers;
Tax him some more,
Tax him till
He’s good and sore.

Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he’s laid.

When he’s gone,
Do not relax,
It’s time to apply
The inheritance tax.

Anon.

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