The Oracle
Gold Meritorious Patron
I thought I was quite done on OT3 until tax time.
Here's another poem I ran across:
Sit down my friends and just relax
It's time to pay your income tax
For whether we are great or small
They tax us one, they tax us all.
They tax the hobo and the queen
They tax the bull and tax his ring.
They tx the gas that runs your car
And even tx the big cigar.
They tax the lowly cigarette
And that is as low as you can get
They tax your whiskey and homestew
They tax the Bible and your pew
They tax the movies on TV
Sowhat the heck is left for me?
They tax the wristwatch on your arm
And tax the rat trap on your farm.
They tax the baby in his crib and
Tax his shirt and his bib.
They tax the crib that he sleeps in
And don't consider that a sin.
Then they go from bad to worse
And tax the doctor and tax the nurse
They tax the dentist and his drill
And he just adds it to your bill.
Whenever you leave this world behind
They will be there to steal you blind
Before you reach the golden gate
They'll slap a tax on your estate
They tx the car on your last ride
And shed some tears because you died,
The reason for their deep distress
Is that you left them with no address.
They tax the coffin where you sleep
That's enough to make the angels weep.
They tax the grave where you are laid
And make darn sure that the tax is paid.
They tax the flowers friends sent for you
Because they need the revenue.
They tax you all the way through life
When you are gone they tax your wife.
To all taxmen I wish you well
May each of you wind up in hell
Down there no doubt you can relax
For the devil pays no income tax
Here's another poem I ran across:
Sit down my friends and just relax
It's time to pay your income tax
For whether we are great or small
They tax us one, they tax us all.
They tax the hobo and the queen
They tax the bull and tax his ring.
They tx the gas that runs your car
And even tx the big cigar.
They tax the lowly cigarette
And that is as low as you can get
They tax your whiskey and homestew
They tax the Bible and your pew
They tax the movies on TV
Sowhat the heck is left for me?
They tax the wristwatch on your arm
And tax the rat trap on your farm.
They tax the baby in his crib and
Tax his shirt and his bib.
They tax the crib that he sleeps in
And don't consider that a sin.
Then they go from bad to worse
And tax the doctor and tax the nurse
They tax the dentist and his drill
And he just adds it to your bill.
Whenever you leave this world behind
They will be there to steal you blind
Before you reach the golden gate
They'll slap a tax on your estate
They tx the car on your last ride
And shed some tears because you died,
The reason for their deep distress
Is that you left them with no address.
They tax the coffin where you sleep
That's enough to make the angels weep.
They tax the grave where you are laid
And make darn sure that the tax is paid.
They tax the flowers friends sent for you
Because they need the revenue.
They tax you all the way through life
When you are gone they tax your wife.
To all taxmen I wish you well
May each of you wind up in hell
Down there no doubt you can relax
For the devil pays no income tax
