Taxes

Taxes

Tax his land, tax his bed,

Tax the table at which he's fed.

Tax his tractor, tax his mule,

Teach him taxes are the rule.

Tax his cow, tax his goat,

Tax his pants, tax his coat.

Tax his ties, tax his shirt,

Tax his work, tax his dirt.

Tax his tobacco, tax his drink,

Tax him if he tries to think.

Tax his cigars, tax his beers,

If he cries, then tax his tears.

Tax his car, tax his gas,

Find other ways to tax his a**!

Tax all he has then let him know 

You won't be done till he has no dough. 

When he hollers, then tax him more, 

Tax him till he's good and sore. 

Then tax his coffin, tax his grave, 

Tax the sod in which he's laid. 

Put these words upon his tomb, 

"Taxes drove me to my doom..."

When he's gone, do not relax, 

Its time to apply inheritance tax."

An apt comment on life at this time of year, 

Passed forward from John Glawson  

“Old Ugly” (Southern Alberta comedian).

I recommend liking and following John, 

he tells great stories.