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Nov 2014
he's a ******* addict
he can't get off the stuff
he's got to have plenty
he's into a dose's regular cuff

tax is his drug of choice
how he loves its high
every person in the land
he bleeds absolutely dry

tax
tax
tax

our pay packets are getting slugged
harder and harder each week
with the balance of our low incomes
looking decidedly bleak

ten percent then eighteen percent
he's extracting more and more
from our stash
which we're all invariably feeling
in the gross amounts
of leftover cash

the hit is so sublime
his government cannot refrain
as he so delights in our tax revenue
coursing through his veins

tax
tax
tax
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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