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In Ireland, the farmers are trying

To catch the government's ears

To say, "Cannot ye hear?"

 

Politicians never realize the money

They squander didn't just wander

Into their coffers. Instead, the people

Working, must drain their pockets dry,

And never shirking, must be the source

Of revenues that politicians squabble o'er.

 

The whole thing's on its head, instead,

The government pretends it produces

The people's bread. The government

Never milked a cow so dry as its constituents.

The lot of 'em raise taxes from the pockets

Of the working nation,

Then pays them back in expectoration.

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don-bouchard
66 / M / American
Published
Apr 24
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The tax payers' plight

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