One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one president, and nine Supreme Court justices equals 545 human beings. Here is their theme song.

 

Tax his wealth 

Tax his health 

Tax his clothes  

Tax his beers 

And if he cries  

we’ll tax his tears.

Tax his car,

Tax his gas,

What the hell

we’ll even tax his ass.

 

Tax his home

Tax his bed

 Tax his grave

 

when he’s dead

When he dies

There’s no time to relax

We must collect the inheritence tax.

O how we love to tax tax tax.

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  • Mr Ghaz on Oct 14, 2009

    This is lovely and beautiful poem. LOVED it! ..”tax” = ghost words..lol..Thanks for sharing this great stuff. :)

  • martie on Oct 14, 2009

    I take it Washington D.C. has a lot of Tax ees.
    Cute Poem!

  • Darla Cooke on Oct 14, 2009

    Excellent!

  • STEVE666 on Oct 14, 2009

    Quirky, cynical, hilariously funny and SO true! Great write Jamie.

  • martinpm on Oct 15, 2009

    humorous, yet well intended. liked it

  • Atanacio on Oct 23, 2009

    this was pretty good :)

  • ken bultman on Oct 26, 2009

    Hah. You left out some but for the sake of space it was a good poem. I didn’t know people in the northwest were political.

  • Kristina Angel on Nov 12, 2009

    Great poem.

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