He itemized his medical bills, Maxed retirement deductions. He's given cash to charities and Democratic functions. This scion of the one percent knows its his cash they're after. Manipulating tax returns will keep him the last laugher. A death this year is profitable before tax cuts expire. While he'll probably miss his parents Still he set their house on fire. He hates to see the old place go but still he watched it burn while thinking of deductions for the Estate tax return.
Intended as a piece of black humor as we approach the dreaded "Fiscal Cliff"
( No actual parents were harmed in the making of this poem)