Tax his bed,
Tax the table
At which he’s fed.
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.
Tax his beers,
If he cries, then
Tax his tears.
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his ass
Then let him know
That you won’t be done
Till he has no dough.
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He’s good and sore.
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he’s laid.
upon his tomb,
“Taxes drove me
to my doom…”
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax.
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