Update into the criminal investigation of David Miscavige and Scientology

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