On blacktop lay a shiny dime
I find them here all the time
rather than sit on my rump
I bend over to pick them up.
Gleefully laughing I pocket it,
one dime of mine, they won't get
looking left and then to right
no government man in sight.
Slyly, daily I add one more
to my hidden untaxed store
of shiny rebellion in a jar
my only lawlessness so far.
But shush, quite, don't tell
I can neither buy nor sell
the IRS man is standing by
dime-counting, G-man guy.
For if even one I do spend
taxes charged will offend
sullying the purpose of it all
my capitalistic, down fall.
A contest entry
- Shh... Don't Tell The Government by Emm Jayy.
525 points, ended February 5, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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I like this. Humorous to think of such a trifling rebelion made to seem so serious. This is a funny poem and I like the way you used rhyme to add to the effect. Very enjoyable read!
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I hear you
Its a known fact that the rich knows exactly when to shuffle their savings to delete themselves from taxes and they are so proud of this . Yet a poor man happens to save 50.00 and it takes all year is taxed on that money and it makes it where we feel why bother
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I liked this a lot. Good flow, good rhyme, and just plain good ol' rebellion. Good job and good luck!
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I had to chuckle at this one. Long may you continue to rebel, my friend!
Bill
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