Its funny really when I think
that part of every beer I drink
goes to pay for planes and guns;
that at the baker's, buying buns,
I start a great taxation spree
that links the Treasurer and me,
swelling the lining of his pocket,
giving me but a pale pink docket
to prove to all, without a doubt,
that, taxation-wise, he's cleaned me out.
I've hung a sign upon my door,
"I'm a member of the nouveau poor"
A contest entry
- Rhyme Time by Kevan.
390 points, ended March 3, 2007, 18 entries
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Hahaha, very fun
Nice rhymes here in this one!
I like this poem, quite a bit!
I'm sure this one'll be a hit! -
The taxman is a social leech
that's why I'm sleeping on the beach
Can't argue with your logic here, Shenton. One could write a brace of poems about the scoundrel.
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