Death and Taxes

Death and taxes,

Our only certainties

In a life filled with doubt and despair

Profit or loss, in work or out

The taxman is always there

And when we’ve all had our fill

Of work and debt and pay this bill

And in despair we breath our last

His work is far from over

The family tearful at the will

Learn who must pay the last tax bill

For the revenue man is never last

To profit from our loss



In this our old democracy

I wonder oft‘ how this can be

For I‘ve never voted for any tax

And though my memory is lax

I never met anyone who did

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