a poets' imagination
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
TAX HIS COW TAX HIS GOAT
TAX HIS PAANTS TAX HIS COAT
TAX HIS TIES TAX HIS SHIRTS
TAX HIS WORK TAX HIS DIRT
TAX HIS CHEW TAX HIS SMOKE
TEACH HIM TAXES ARE NO JOKE
TAX HIS CAR TAX HIS ASS
TAX HIS ROADS HE MUST PASS
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
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
if he hollers tax him more
tax him until he's good
and sore
tax his coffin tax his grave
tax his earth in which
he lays
put these words upon his tomb
"taxes drove me to my doom"
and when he's gone we wont relax
we still be after the INHERITANCE TAX
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