The Tax Poem
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 work, Tax his pay, He works for peanuts anyway!
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, tax his tears.
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 hollers, Then 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.
Put these words upon his tomb, “Taxes drove me to my doom.”
When he’s gone, Do not relax, Its time to apply the Inheritance Tax.
You gotta love these morons that tell us to conserve oil in order to save the environment or keep money out of the hands of terrorists. When motorists comply by driving less and buying less gasoline, a Congressional commission now wants to raise taxes to make up for the shortfall of fuel taxes that aren’t raising enough money to keep pace with the cost of road, bridge and transit programs.
A roughly 50 percent increase in gasoline and diesel fuel taxes is being urged by the commission until the government devises another way for motorists to pay for using public roads.
Tom “Puff” Daschle joins SecTres Geithner, Charlie Rangel, and other Democrats too important to bother paying taxes — and when they get caught; it’s just “Oops! I made a mistake and I’m sorry.” You try that, folks. See if the IRS gives you a pass.