The Swedish Tax Authorities were sure they had their man. He owed a lot of kroner They saw through his crooked plan. When he got out of intensive care He wouldn't get too far. No one escapes the tax man. Like death, their grip is sure. The suspect's heart was failing and no replacement could be found. It was either a jarvik Seven or he was destined for the ground. Doctor's worked for hours His life was in their hands. He had the cash to pay them about one hundred grand.
An artificial heart was placed in his chest cavity to replace his own which had been starved of the oxygen hearts need. The tax man thought to nab their prey as soon as he came around. His attorney said " Unhand him, a loop hole I have found!" "Per Swedish law a man is dead when his heart has ceased to beat. You are barred from prosecuting a man who is deceased."
While the Tax men sorted out this novel defensive line The man fled to a haven where he enjoyed the fruits of crime. He dined out on the novel tale of how he and only he outwitted death and taxes and obtained immunity.
A poem based on an actual case of the first Swedish recipient of the Jarvik 7 artificial heart