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They pay me a hundred  And take ninety nine back I work all the time around Yet can not afford to buy a cake  The more I earn The more they take back. Lord how will I solve this puzzle They tied me all and my muzzle The call it tax while I call it bait  I often laugh at how I get laid  I pay tax on what I earn  And I pay tax on what I burn  They take more than their need They call it progress but it is greed The more I earn  The more they take back.. :ahmed ali #Tax

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Nov 18, 2025

Nov 18, 2025 at 12:19 PM UTC

They pay me a hundred  And take ninety nine back I work all the time around Yet can not afford to buy a cake  The more I earn The more they take back. Lord how will I solve this puzzle They tied me all and my muzzle The call it tax while I call it bait  I often laugh at how I get laid  I pay tax on what I earn  And I pay tax on what I burn  They take more than their need They call it progress but it is greed The more I earn  The more they take back.. :ahmed ali #Tax

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Why does the government need to know how much I earn?, You pay your tax for them to burn... If you work every week they'll take 52!, Days of pay away from you... Less 10 weeks that's 42 2 for Christmas that's 40 who?, Struggling cause that's what workers do!!! But the struggles forced on me and you... ...

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May 10, 2025

May 10, 2025 at 3:59 AM UTC

Why does the government need to know how much I earn?, You pay your tax for them to burn... If you work every week they'll take 52!, Days of pay away from you... Less 10 weeks that's 42 2 for Christmas that's 40 who?, Struggling cause that's what workers do!!! But the struggles forced on me and you... ...

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It’s so messed up that every lover I ever entertained, After the hurricane of you, Had to carry an unfair ungodly tax— The burden of your pain. Crashing soul-markets, Until I fully exorcised The sole idea of your existence. Thank God you fully exited my body— For It wasn’t sustainable In any lover’s economy.

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Apr 15, 2025

Apr 15, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC

It’s so messed up that every lover I ever entertained, After the hurricane of you, Had to carry an unfair ungodly tax— The burden of your pain. Crashing soul-markets, Until I fully exorcised The sole idea of your existence. Thank God you fully exited my body— For It wasn’t sustainable In any lover’s economy.

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home with a stitch and whereabouts to absorb law with an easement drawn for the dawn that capital in Gibraltar is accretion to bed like talbots and within town on a street of gold

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Oct 11, 2020

Oct 11, 2020 at 10:19 AM UTC

home with a stitch and whereabouts to absorb law with an easement drawn for the dawn that capital in Gibraltar is accretion to bed like talbots and within town on a street of gold

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2020 -day 201 Sunday, July 19, 2020 6:49 AM first 活 {livelihood} remember meeting the enemy seeing it is I I am my opposition I am the reason I lie I know this is the day to keep my head, if all about me are losing theirs. this is the day the schism in the isms is widening we may see scabs falling from wounds healed at word one, hope, really, no wu wu, wei true hope taken unseen as possible - in a realm of imagining all things - either possible or not things at all wise to the ways of thought taught conditionally from the vibe in the tribe who took triggering the primal scream from a theory to musing drum music isn't good to sooth the troubled soul instituted intuitive as stories passed from inside to insider states of waiting for inseeing ensuing peace... ---- 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds positioning super beings in mythic roles once played by mortals, is there an institute rising from its knees, believing a we is enabling, any we audacious hope tied to the idea that was institutionalized in a polis with no memory of standing as free men, free to imagine the world we formed from was an institutional lie. Tweet... retweet liar liar seat on fire, get up and run with the lemmings disneyfied as a certain truth, we all saw the cute little rodents unreasonably leap into the sea, as nature guides for the good of the species... but we know the scene, the stage, was set off stage, obscene, the critters were herded over the cliff, for the shot, but we saw it we know how it was done, but the message institutionalized in baby boomer minds, passed on to children who had children who live fully disneyfied lives, in true imaginary prowess of children... ---- 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds A good man leaves an inheritance to his children's children. Mine get the wind, not good union jobs, no guild proven tasks to perform to spec, to gain tenure, hold on confess, professor, confess are you now or have you ever been the other in a mob, did you run the other way? or did you stand institutional, alone? stretch it stretch it -post Patriot Act, is this the turn-key total war, are we the children in the wolderness hidden by old hippies who read books and smoke ***** but never lied, not even a little bit to skip taxes, the law does protect the satisfied poor, who rear curious children formed to fit smoothly into forms of being being sold for tasks needing intel teliosis tell me is that the goal, that brave sorting of knowers from those who can't get a grip on the truth in the military universal mind, unified as the us, the objectional form of we, the people, who hold certain truth, as our state, once we swear allegiance, wait. watch. lie, say you know you saw lemmings suicide for lack of reason, just as crazy as a riot of ******* marching into my valley through the fourth wall into you, inner you, what do you know? You got infected by an idea virus vaccine, some old hippie dreams set aside, as sub science connected tenuously sparks, shock pain why -- oh, I see says the pin, penned between trigger and spiral rifling misfires of the un loaded gun... ---- 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds once, north of the rairoad track, down in slaughter house canyon, I met a Gila Monstor, face to face, I assumed it was a he as much as me and I heard a question, I would have asked were I such a thing being a he as much as me. The question was why I would think **** it, fear it, jump back while I were so far away, come closer, come and see, I think of me being a she as much as me as any pain avoiding being, I am she who uses mornings, to recover from each night by basking in the morning light to loosen old bones stuck in the cold inner being, the soul at the heart, of the mindless, dreamless state of being mortal under the influence of time and chance and creatures of the night ah, she says, I see, why you seem afraid of me, differing POV, see, down low, you know, no big fat lizard, big around as a ball bat, long as a little leaguer's arm, looking me right, seeing me straight from an angle I never imagined possible, insanity, as defined by the inner child, who still can hear hummingbirds asking renewal of the famed font of aqua dulce from the legend that led them, the flock that lives in the oak, nearly always only after the flowers have gone brown in July... ---- 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds No unfinished thing is ever finished, only finished stories end in hell, and even then, we unbelieve our way out, time and again we escape the madness, merely to stir up the dust that first formed a reason to be at all. Were I a gemstone cut to fit a brazen niche beneath a gear and spring in an old watch, fit, solid, held in underling relationship, as a point, balancing, perfectedly enough for a time, the measuring assuring we see, as life passing before our very un ordinary, common sense of self con science, con carne, con fusion sub all that under all that, sub conscience, sub knowing I know you are you alone and the bell, tolls for me, the after all, being imagined as you stand and see if you were I as I am me, would you have reason to **** me? ... ---- 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds In my youth, we all lived in Real McCoy Western movies, tales of conquering common folk, whose signs needed Dave Wassen to make any sense, but that link is likely lost, despite all the merit badges earned -- you could not learn the sign language of the plains -- you needed to live in a time before we became enemies we welcome strangers passing through bo'weevilish little critters, jes' lookin' fo' a home... the pattern, the frame, the threads themselves all twisted and tied, crisscross woof and warp, first we weave the canvas, then we set the sail, or stitch the story, Cluny Abby edifies some, as did Medussa, on reflection, subtle ivy bound gardens of stone people memorialized, became wordless tales for children to believe, you see, you may become as one of these, the leaders who led us to now, some how, we imagine, we were manifested now, from underlying circumstantial evidence of unseen, yet see-able, visible, ignorable or not, feeling a blind insight where darkness seems a spot, only empty. A place to rest a while and imagine peace as a river flowing from another's belly to swallow me in being as I seem some days more than others, aware of efforts to wind the invented witnessed cloud of unknowing too tight to tic, tic, take a clock from long ago, one of those hour glassic witty inventions for timing eggs. Nada mas. But, imagine, time shifting phase, each grain, each Leucippus bit re read as Democritical atom, bouncing in picometer hops in picosecond times spanning all the years since one, the number, was the onliest number that you never see, being as you are later, after ever began, you began. You continue, after I am gone. But, don't forget your lines, your cue, you know the reason you read. My angel told you, no excuses, read or end up, famous for your ignorance. -- note: I read that the Donald Trump, as seen on TV, claims a real bond to the Bible that binds him and his base spiritua/financial constituency, that which constitutes the aberration being bid by mobs to become great, once more swell up into an epluribal us being under a boss, the man on the horse LBJ wished to be, the sky pilot Bush two boasted of being, from the backseat, screaming Mission Accomplished, while the BeeGees signal once more, we started a joke... that has the whole world laughing at our grovelling under the man we witnessed rising on the Obaman ashes in Afghanistan, prophesied from Hollywood when Jack Reacher was fit to that little guy, who stars in the Scientology story. Jack Reacher is a myth, from my youth, a type - like Marshall Dillon, but un civilized, and able to accomplish any less than Supermanic impossible mission, with pure Horton hearing, and Little Red Hen persistence. But this was not my knack, I rest my case, Once we are aware, you are the point of balance, my point is made. -- buried deep behind the guilt and shame and blame wait, while seeing Nothing doing is nothing done and never imagined impossible again (Peter Graves was Marshall Dillon's brother, and both were Jack Reacher sized men, once sent on Missions Impossible, as messages embodied, like messianic hope some say has always been a lie, heros always empower Tyrants history claims, after all, look around, see... past why or how, reasoning now, it is true, some wise of our kind, wandered to the edge of the civilized state, believing as they walkt away fore warned, each had a vision, a knowing for some unseen reason, next is solid, now is not, take one step toward all you wish were true, do not lie to you and you will never lie to anyone regarding self being me, not I, we see. there was always a way to get by, any damming thing, and if you can not handle that truth, you are fired, go to hell and wait, end of story, time out test me, I am an American, claiming this grew from seed Ben Franklin sowed, I chuckle. You underestimated life, witnessed from so great a cloud as commonly contains reasons for having been, stacked neatly in examined lives, lived. Read or be ignorant, actively ig nor ing if nition. Behold how great a fire... ---- 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds

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Jul 19, 2020

Jul 19, 2020 at 3:01 PM UTC

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2020 -day 201 Sunday, July 19, 2020 6:49 AM first 活 {livelihood} remember meeting the enemy seeing it is I I am my opposition I am the reason I lie I know this is the day to keep my head, if all about me are losing theirs. this is the day the schism in the isms is widening we may see scabs falling from wounds healed at word one, hope, really, no wu wu, wei true hope taken unseen as possible - in a realm of imagining all things - either possible or not things at all wise to the ways of thought taught conditionally from the vibe in the tribe who took triggering the primal scream from a theory to musing drum music isn't good to sooth the troubled soul instituted intuitive as stories passed from inside to insider states of waiting for inseeing ensuing peace... ---- 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds positioning super beings in mythic roles once played by mortals, is there an institute rising from its knees, believing a we is enabling, any we audacious hope tied to the idea that was institutionalized in a polis with no memory of standing as free men, free to imagine the world we formed from was an institutional lie. Tweet... retweet liar liar seat on fire, get up and run with the lemmings disneyfied as a certain truth, we all saw the cute little rodents unreasonably leap into the sea, as nature guides for the good of the species... but we know the scene, the stage, was set off stage, obscene, the critters were herded over the cliff, for the shot, but we saw it we know how it was done, but the message institutionalized in baby boomer minds, passed on to children who had children who live fully disneyfied lives, in true imaginary prowess of children... ---- 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds A good man leaves an inheritance to his children's children. Mine get the wind, not good union jobs, no guild proven tasks to perform to spec, to gain tenure, hold on confess, professor, confess are you now or have you ever been the other in a mob, did you run the other way? or did you stand institutional, alone? stretch it stretch it -post Patriot Act, is this the turn-key total war, are we the children in the wolderness hidden by old hippies who read books and smoke ***** but never lied, not even a little bit to skip taxes, the law does protect the satisfied poor, who rear curious children formed to fit smoothly into forms of being being sold for tasks needing intel teliosis tell me is that the goal, that brave sorting of knowers from those who can't get a grip on the truth in the military universal mind, unified as the us, the objectional form of we, the people, who hold certain truth, as our state, once we swear allegiance, wait. watch. lie, say you know you saw lemmings suicide for lack of reason, just as crazy as a riot of ******* marching into my valley through the fourth wall into you, inner you, what do you know? You got infected by an idea virus vaccine, some old hippie dreams set aside, as sub science connected tenuously sparks, shock pain why -- oh, I see says the pin, penned between trigger and spiral rifling misfires of the un loaded gun... ---- 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds once, north of the rairoad track, down in slaughter house canyon, I met a Gila Monstor, face to face, I assumed it was a he as much as me and I heard a question, I would have asked were I such a thing being a he as much as me. The question was why I would think **** it, fear it, jump back while I were so far away, come closer, come and see, I think of me being a she as much as me as any pain avoiding being, I am she who uses mornings, to recover from each night by basking in the morning light to loosen old bones stuck in the cold inner being, the soul at the heart, of the mindless, dreamless state of being mortal under the influence of time and chance and creatures of the night ah, she says, I see, why you seem afraid of me, differing POV, see, down low, you know, no big fat lizard, big around as a ball bat, long as a little leaguer's arm, looking me right, seeing me straight from an angle I never imagined possible, insanity, as defined by the inner child, who still can hear hummingbirds asking renewal of the famed font of aqua dulce from the legend that led them, the flock that lives in the oak, nearly always only after the flowers have gone brown in July... ---- 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds No unfinished thing is ever finished, only finished stories end in hell, and even then, we unbelieve our way out, time and again we escape the madness, merely to stir up the dust that first formed a reason to be at all. Were I a gemstone cut to fit a brazen niche beneath a gear and spring in an old watch, fit, solid, held in underling relationship, as a point, balancing, perfectedly enough for a time, the measuring assuring we see, as life passing before our very un ordinary, common sense of self con science, con carne, con fusion sub all that under all that, sub conscience, sub knowing I know you are you alone and the bell, tolls for me, the after all, being imagined as you stand and see if you were I as I am me, would you have reason to **** me? ... ---- 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds In my youth, we all lived in Real McCoy Western movies, tales of conquering common folk, whose signs needed Dave Wassen to make any sense, but that link is likely lost, despite all the merit badges earned -- you could not learn the sign language of the plains -- you needed to live in a time before we became enemies we welcome strangers passing through bo'weevilish little critters, jes' lookin' fo' a home... the pattern, the frame, the threads themselves all twisted and tied, crisscross woof and warp, first we weave the canvas, then we set the sail, or stitch the story, Cluny Abby edifies some, as did Medussa, on reflection, subtle ivy bound gardens of stone people memorialized, became wordless tales for children to believe, you see, you may become as one of these, the leaders who led us to now, some how, we imagine, we were manifested now, from underlying circumstantial evidence of unseen, yet see-able, visible, ignorable or not, feeling a blind insight where darkness seems a spot, only empty. A place to rest a while and imagine peace as a river flowing from another's belly to swallow me in being as I seem some days more than others, aware of efforts to wind the invented witnessed cloud of unknowing too tight to tic, tic, take a clock from long ago, one of those hour glassic witty inventions for timing eggs. Nada mas. But, imagine, time shifting phase, each grain, each Leucippus bit re read as Democritical atom, bouncing in picometer hops in picosecond times spanning all the years since one, the number, was the onliest number that you never see, being as you are later, after ever began, you began. You continue, after I am gone. But, don't forget your lines, your cue, you know the reason you read. My angel told you, no excuses, read or end up, famous for your ignorance. -- note: I read that the Donald Trump, as seen on TV, claims a real bond to the Bible that binds him and his base spiritua/financial constituency, that which constitutes the aberration being bid by mobs to become great, once more swell up into an epluribal us being under a boss, the man on the horse LBJ wished to be, the sky pilot Bush two boasted of being, from the backseat, screaming Mission Accomplished, while the BeeGees signal once more, we started a joke... that has the whole world laughing at our grovelling under the man we witnessed rising on the Obaman ashes in Afghanistan, prophesied from Hollywood when Jack Reacher was fit to that little guy, who stars in the Scientology story. Jack Reacher is a myth, from my youth, a type - like Marshall Dillon, but un civilized, and able to accomplish any less than Supermanic impossible mission, with pure Horton hearing, and Little Red Hen persistence. But this was not my knack, I rest my case, Once we are aware, you are the point of balance, my point is made. -- buried deep behind the guilt and shame and blame wait, while seeing Nothing doing is nothing done and never imagined impossible again (Peter Graves was Marshall Dillon's brother, and both were Jack Reacher sized men, once sent on Missions Impossible, as messages embodied, like messianic hope some say has always been a lie, heros always empower Tyrants history claims, after all, look around, see... past why or how, reasoning now, it is true, some wise of our kind, wandered to the edge of the civilized state, believing as they walkt away fore warned, each had a vision, a knowing for some unseen reason, next is solid, now is not, take one step toward all you wish were true, do not lie to you and you will never lie to anyone regarding self being me, not I, we see. there was always a way to get by, any damming thing, and if you can not handle that truth, you are fired, go to hell and wait, end of story, time out test me, I am an American, claiming this grew from seed Ben Franklin sowed, I chuckle. You underestimated life, witnessed from so great a cloud as commonly contains reasons for having been, stacked neatly in examined lives, lived. Read or be ignorant, actively ig nor ing if nition. Behold how great a fire... ---- 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds 䕕 accepting subtility as grace abounds

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Timothy Tolliver Tines Taught tax topics twenty times Touting tax tips he tried Till terribly tongue-tied Twisted tongue tending to twine

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Nov 28, 2019

Nov 28, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC

Timothy Tolliver Tines Taught tax topics twenty times Touting tax tips he tried Till terribly tongue-tied Twisted tongue tending to twine

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There was a young math **** named Herbert Who fancied himself a tax expert. Touting tax tips he tried, Till terribly tongue-tied; No more will he overexert.

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Oct 29, 2019

Oct 29, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC

There was a young math **** named Herbert Who fancied himself a tax expert. Touting tax tips he tried, Till terribly tongue-tied; No more will he overexert.

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the president's past tax returns might well haunt him yet they'll be made available for Democrats to freely vet on the figures being thoroughly scrutinized any anomalies shall be heavily criticized as we all know the devil is always in the fine detail where no executive order will be seen to prevail congress won't let up on its relentless quest in finding revenue that wasn't paid unto an IRS request

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Jul 10, 2019

Jul 10, 2019 at 5:09 AM UTC

ElizabethSquires

the president's past tax returns might well haunt him yet they'll be made available for Democrats to freely vet on the figures being thoroughly scrutinized any anomalies shall be heavily criticized as we all know the devil is always in the fine detail where no executive order will be seen to prevail congress won't let up on its relentless quest in finding revenue that wasn't paid unto an IRS request

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The Highway to Hell is a toll road not cheap

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Jul 4, 2019

Jul 4, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC

Changing times (10w)

The Highway to Hell is a toll road not cheap

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If I know what you are going to say before you say it, you disappoint me. If you copy what I do and lack personality ...you disappoint me. I look at some people and watch how they watch me. You seem to be annoyed, yet you try to use my words. My actions you copy. I don't understand why, you try to act they way that I do. I was born into this personality. I did not built it. Be who you are, if I speak to you, there is something about your boring little life that is admirable. So admire yourself. There are some that pretend that they don't need love, yet you ooze hate. Fact: you need love and were unloved as a child. Learn to love yourself, otherwise no one will love you the way that you need. Ha, yes! You disappointment me. Are you always looking to blame things on others? Do you look for people to harass because you are unhappy? I hate to say it, but you disappoint me. Do you disappoint yourself? I know that you do, when you say things out loud, you hear if from another persons standpoint, then, only then, can you really hear what you need to. This will allow you to better who you are. If you are a disappointment, things can change for you. Self help, work on you. Don't focus on me, I love me..funny, witty and silly! If you see something that you like about me or anyone, make it yours. I don't look good on you.

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Jan 3, 2019

Jan 3, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC

How Disappointing Are People

If I know what you are going to say before you say it, you disappoint me. If you copy what I do and lack personality ...you disappoint me. I look at some people and watch how they watch me. You seem to be annoyed, yet you try to use my words. My actions you copy. I don't understand why, you try to act they way that I do. I was born into this personality. I did not built it. Be who you are, if I speak to you, there is something about your boring little life that is admirable. So admire yourself. There are some that pretend that they don't need love, yet you ooze hate. Fact: you need love and were unloved as a child. Learn to love yourself, otherwise no one will love you the way that you need. Ha, yes! You disappointment me. Are you always looking to blame things on others? Do you look for people to harass because you are unhappy? I hate to say it, but you disappoint me. Do you disappoint yourself? I know that you do, when you say things out loud, you hear if from another persons standpoint, then, only then, can you really hear what you need to. This will allow you to better who you are. If you are a disappointment, things can change for you. Self help, work on you. Don't focus on me, I love me..funny, witty and silly! If you see something that you like about me or anyone, make it yours. I don't look good on you.

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What, If our authority Decides Taxation For what We dream

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Jul 29, 2018

Jul 29, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC

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Crisis Management

What, If our authority Decides Taxation For what We dream

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I've heard the Ides of March can be a deathly curse but now the Ides of April near us with uncle's fingers in one's purse. works out fine if you get some back you're hurriedly filling out those pesky forms and rushing out to mail them that's what it's all about but if you know you're gonna owe it's quite a different story and you're just not in a hurry it's yours for now though no cash cow but you drag your feet a little before sending in your confounded tax remittal

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Apr 6, 2018

Apr 6, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC

Springtime Lament

I've heard the Ides of March can be a deathly curse but now the Ides of April near us with uncle's fingers in one's purse. works out fine if you get some back you're hurriedly filling out those pesky forms and rushing out to mail them that's what it's all about but if you know you're gonna owe it's quite a different story and you're just not in a hurry it's yours for now though no cash cow but you drag your feet a little before sending in your confounded tax remittal

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he would shuffle extremely well save that it didn't fudge again while a godsend must heed any overdose really insufferable and should let these die in peril if epidemic cease demand in the opiates

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Jan 13, 2018

Jan 13, 2018 at 7:32 AM UTC

he would shuffle extremely well save that it didn't fudge again while a godsend must heed any overdose really insufferable and should let these die in peril if epidemic cease demand in the opiates

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Tax is a concept By which you measure governance and each cent from each pocket Tax is a concept By which you measure a homeless man’s pain and the hard rain Tax is a concept That only adds up but sometimes doesn’t Tax is a concept A technique to intercept the poor man’s invasion Tax is a concept That funds a government servant’s evasion Tax is a concept That requires frequent revision for the privileged 1% division Tax is a concept For the rich to market their wealth as a sales pitch Tax is a concept That is open ended that helps lawyers find a niche and sometimes a gaping ditch Tax is a concept That helped the Untouchables put away that whiny ***** Tax is a concept That takes the interest out of the spooks I don’t believe in being rich If I have to pay more I think that’s a glitch I don’t believe leaving it all to the middle class If I criticize it the government shows a lot more sass Tax is a concept If it wasn’t it wouldn’t be in books and in the salaries of prison cooks Tax was a concept That kept out of it the clergy mooks Tax was a concept That kept a nobleman’s coffers’ ostentatious good looks Tax was a concept That kept death at bay Tax was a concept That contributed to the dead everyday Tax was still a concept If it wasn’t then in Germany there wouldn’t have been any bread for each day Tax is still a concept It still pays the rich and takes from the rich ***** Who has the lawyer who is smarter than Tom Sawyer I don’t believe in law and order I just believe in world order and peace

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Sep 13, 2017

Sep 13, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC

Tax is a concept By which you measure governance and each cent from each pocket Tax is a concept By which you measure a homeless man’s pain and the hard rain Tax is a concept That only adds up but sometimes doesn’t Tax is a concept A technique to intercept the poor man’s invasion Tax is a concept That funds a government servant’s evasion Tax is a concept That requires frequent revision for the privileged 1% division Tax is a concept For the rich to market their wealth as a sales pitch Tax is a concept That is open ended that helps lawyers find a niche and sometimes a gaping ditch Tax is a concept That helped the Untouchables put away that whiny ***** Tax is a concept That takes the interest out of the spooks I don’t believe in being rich If I have to pay more I think that’s a glitch I don’t believe leaving it all to the middle class If I criticize it the government shows a lot more sass Tax is a concept If it wasn’t it wouldn’t be in books and in the salaries of prison cooks Tax was a concept That kept out of it the clergy mooks Tax was a concept That kept a nobleman’s coffers’ ostentatious good looks Tax was a concept That kept death at bay Tax was a concept That contributed to the dead everyday Tax was still a concept If it wasn’t then in Germany there wouldn’t have been any bread for each day Tax is still a concept It still pays the rich and takes from the rich ***** Who has the lawyer who is smarter than Tom Sawyer I don’t believe in law and order I just believe in world order and peace

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If a puzzle was his peer and a parallelogram was his shirt while his tangency threw his belt where his shoes kept aground and his step to rather George didn't tarnish him; with the steeples in bay windows on near side of the street to worship a gathering of wisdom where he'd praise mackerels and the president with a gray suit.

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Jun 16, 2017

Jun 16, 2017 at 3:08 AM UTC

A Flood Cry Plain

If a puzzle was his peer and a parallelogram was his shirt while his tangency threw his belt where his shoes kept aground and his step to rather George didn't tarnish him; with the steeples in bay windows on near side of the street to worship a gathering of wisdom where he'd praise mackerels and the president with a gray suit.

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Jet black mercenary rap still nothing he disdain with multitude here assuage lust of growing law that sin convey martyr today foretell of Utopian ideal to span his economy in wealth not woe again.

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Apr 30, 2017

Apr 30, 2017 at 6:42 AM UTC

Jet black mercenary rap still nothing he disdain with multitude here assuage lust of growing law that sin convey martyr today foretell of Utopian ideal to span his economy in wealth not woe again.

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ever heard of the tax collectors? yes, the ones from the Bible. the ones frowned upon just by hearing their names. the stories of St. Matthew, Zacchaeus. both tax collectors and both redeemed. they are just few of the collective. there were many tax collectors who had changed and followed the steps of Christ, but not all. since all of them are man, man is inclined to temptation and temptation is inclined to sin. the remaining exploiters were not saved but condemned to roam hell for eternity. but as they are wicked, they are also cunning. they bribed the devil with their stolen riches for their freedom, to which the devil agreed, but with certain conditions. they are free to roam the earth, but they must bring back every soul who is indebted in any kind, in any way, to the devil. now, the tax collectors walk the earth, with little coins in their pockets, invisible yet heard, intangible yet felt, looking for their payment to the devil. but in times they are clumsy, they trip and spill their coins. so, if you're lucky, you'll hear the tinkling sound of coins, yet nobody will be there, and no coins will be rolling on the ground, but beware because it's time to pay your debts.

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Mar 19, 2017

Mar 19, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC

philosophically-proven-psycho

ever heard of the tax collectors? yes, the ones from the Bible. the ones frowned upon just by hearing their names. the stories of St. Matthew, Zacchaeus. both tax collectors and both redeemed. they are just few of the collective. there were many tax collectors who had changed and followed the steps of Christ, but not all. since all of them are man, man is inclined to temptation and temptation is inclined to sin. the remaining exploiters were not saved but condemned to roam hell for eternity. but as they are wicked, they are also cunning. they bribed the devil with their stolen riches for their freedom, to which the devil agreed, but with certain conditions. they are free to roam the earth, but they must bring back every soul who is indebted in any kind, in any way, to the devil. now, the tax collectors walk the earth, with little coins in their pockets, invisible yet heard, intangible yet felt, looking for their payment to the devil. but in times they are clumsy, they trip and spill their coins. so, if you're lucky, you'll hear the tinkling sound of coins, yet nobody will be there, and no coins will be rolling on the ground, but beware because it's time to pay your debts.

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THE TAX RETURNS OF THE PRESIDENT NOW HAVE BEEN FOUND WHAT WILL THEY REVEAL FROM THE TOP END OF TOWN HAS THE PRESIDENT DECLARED ALL THAT HE SHOULD FORM THE TAX THAT HE PAID AS ONLY THE PRESIDENT COULD WHAT WILL THIS PROVE TO THE AMERICAN TAX PAYER HIS TAX RETURNS ARE NOW REVEALED ON OFFICIAL TRUMP PAPER

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Mar 14, 2017

Mar 14, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC

THE TAX RETURNS REVEALED

THE TAX RETURNS OF THE PRESIDENT NOW HAVE BEEN FOUND WHAT WILL THEY REVEAL FROM THE TOP END OF TOWN HAS THE PRESIDENT DECLARED ALL THAT HE SHOULD FORM THE TAX THAT HE PAID AS ONLY THE PRESIDENT COULD WHAT WILL THIS PROVE TO THE AMERICAN TAX PAYER HIS TAX RETURNS ARE NOW REVEALED ON OFFICIAL TRUMP PAPER

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Your trumpists whoop and shout "hooray" You talked a lot but talk is cheap It's your inauguration day and now you've promises to keep You must ***** that border wall or did you change that to a fence? So wide, so deep and very tall or were your promises nonsense? And as for Clinton - Lock her up? Or did you change your mind? "Conflicting interests" you once said. Such crimes in you they'd never find! Will you deport each and every undocumented immigrant? When did you start backpedalling from that initial angry rant? And then there are the Muslim folk, such a convenient bogeyman. Will they all have to register while you drop bombs on their homeland? You said outsourcing steals jobs. Let tariffs ease that trouble. But how'll you soothe the working poor when Walmart's prices double? But know this, Donald, you have friends to help with troubleshootin'. Will you get cosy in that bed with your dear comrade Putin? The swamp you promised you would drain, did it improve or worsen? How will your bootlick billionaires assist the average person? And may we see at long, long last, your tax returns today? The ones you promised to release but changed your mind along the way. How will you handle, Mr. Trump, these questions you must face? The pressure's on you starting now Lets hope you don't fall in disgrace. So many promises you made up to Inauguration day But please don't keep them - they're so wrong and such a price we all would pay.

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Feb 20, 2017

Feb 20, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC

Inauguration Day

Your trumpists whoop and shout "hooray" You talked a lot but talk is cheap It's your inauguration day and now you've promises to keep You must ***** that border wall or did you change that to a fence? So wide, so deep and very tall or were your promises nonsense? And as for Clinton - Lock her up? Or did you change your mind? "Conflicting interests" you once said. Such crimes in you they'd never find! Will you deport each and every undocumented immigrant? When did you start backpedalling from that initial angry rant? And then there are the Muslim folk, such a convenient bogeyman. Will they all have to register while you drop bombs on their homeland? You said outsourcing steals jobs. Let tariffs ease that trouble. But how'll you soothe the working poor when Walmart's prices double? But know this, Donald, you have friends to help with troubleshootin'. Will you get cosy in that bed with your dear comrade Putin? The swamp you promised you would drain, did it improve or worsen? How will your bootlick billionaires assist the average person? And may we see at long, long last, your tax returns today? The ones you promised to release but changed your mind along the way. How will you handle, Mr. Trump, these questions you must face? The pressure's on you starting now Lets hope you don't fall in disgrace. So many promises you made up to Inauguration day But please don't keep them - they're so wrong and such a price we all would pay.

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Income is an intangible, Taxes are an intangible, Neither exists right now, Only the promise of it in the future... That's what credit is... a bet against a promise. Which means all of nothing, since it hasn't happened yet, all credit is risk of one degree or another, ...based on tolerance or gumption. If all people are, "risky," then all credit is risk, none can be more credit-worthy; less risky... So why not turn future liabilities into income, instead of future income into a liability? Hmm... Impossible? Yeah, ...since anything that gives ordinary people power must be impossible. Jesus must not believe in individual power. The Founding Fathers must not have believed in individualism. No, ...only the state backed by a selected wealthy few should determine everyone's fate by economy. Only a few should have it all.... ...no opportunity for anyone else; the weak, poor, untalented, ugly, simple, ordinary, dumb, handicapped; those ones don't matter. Just NFL players count. Only singers and actors count. Only bankers and doctors matter. Jesus would agree. Makes so much sense?

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Nov 3, 2016

Nov 3, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

Solving Unemployment

Income is an intangible, Taxes are an intangible, Neither exists right now, Only the promise of it in the future... That's what credit is... a bet against a promise. Which means all of nothing, since it hasn't happened yet, all credit is risk of one degree or another, ...based on tolerance or gumption. If all people are, "risky," then all credit is risk, none can be more credit-worthy; less risky... So why not turn future liabilities into income, instead of future income into a liability? Hmm... Impossible? Yeah, ...since anything that gives ordinary people power must be impossible. Jesus must not believe in individual power. The Founding Fathers must not have believed in individualism. No, ...only the state backed by a selected wealthy few should determine everyone's fate by economy. Only a few should have it all.... ...no opportunity for anyone else; the weak, poor, untalented, ugly, simple, ordinary, dumb, handicapped; those ones don't matter. Just NFL players count. Only singers and actors count. Only bankers and doctors matter. Jesus would agree. Makes so much sense?

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Have you seen the Master Magician around lately? He who shows you a mirror with his right hand While he picks your pocket with his left hand He whose tongue tells you tales of a bogeyman As his eyes induce you to part with your keys He who wears the most beautiful of masks To hide the psychopath that lurks within Have you seen this Master Magician around lately? He who will empty your pockets and ask for more He who will become the master of your home He who will convince you: “its all for your own good!”

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Sep 1, 2016

Sep 1, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC

Master Magician

Have you seen the Master Magician around lately? He who shows you a mirror with his right hand While he picks your pocket with his left hand He whose tongue tells you tales of a bogeyman As his eyes induce you to part with your keys He who wears the most beautiful of masks To hide the psychopath that lurks within Have you seen this Master Magician around lately? He who will empty your pockets and ask for more He who will become the master of your home He who will convince you: “its all for your own good!”

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Booming Rhetorics (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ==Booming Rhetorics == by Checkered Darks ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (Copy the link below to your browser) https://soundcloud.com/user-367453778/boomingrhetorics Human nature itself is a smash of contractual responsibility. A splash of rights afloat as we sink in our psychological rooted moral panics. All I see is a cascading titanic of ventures our mislaid adventures one after another. The criss cross of chains, we bonded in tax measures, reserve treasures...... It's not my leisure I beg you don't make your pleasure. I sink in pressure, resolving Karl Mark ideology of conflicted power. Is it our born nature or nurture to live in a world of social polarisation. A pole to pole, a tug of war. Each owning and holding a rope.Is it our task to cage in boxes, fencing notions of inequalities within our society. Is it our right this notion Bourgeoisie and Proletariat. Help me out as as I wade in the swampy lowland. Treading through and through, head afloat, the submerging walk me to the shores..... Help me find my way through this dark tunnel. Help me see the light, let the sun ray penetrate my blight. In our dichotomy of democracy we have made it right. A rolling ball of ........ 1. Stock them high sell them cheap is the order of the day. 2. Social warehousing of merging demand and supply chain. 3. A disintegration of socialist entrepreneurship. 4. Re-distribution of Export Production Zones in marginalised countries. 5. A surge of capitalism on this patch we call the universe. 6.Conortions of monopoly colluding sustainability. I pass this ball to you. As the industrial revolution fades and debates of "STEEL" revolves. My Speech is a mere consideration, our contradiction. The contractual complications that we have grounded and granted ourselves as humanity. My voice is an exchange, my gift, a cloud of thoughts, an arousing hope our haunting costs.

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Apr 4, 2016

Apr 4, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC

Booming Rhetorics (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics)

Booming Rhetorics (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ==Booming Rhetorics == by Checkered Darks ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (Copy the link below to your browser) https://soundcloud.com/user-367453778/boomingrhetorics Human nature itself is a smash of contractual responsibility. A splash of rights afloat as we sink in our psychological rooted moral panics. All I see is a cascading titanic of ventures our mislaid adventures one after another. The criss cross of chains, we bonded in tax measures, reserve treasures...... It's not my leisure I beg you don't make your pleasure. I sink in pressure, resolving Karl Mark ideology of conflicted power. Is it our born nature or nurture to live in a world of social polarisation. A pole to pole, a tug of war. Each owning and holding a rope.Is it our task to cage in boxes, fencing notions of inequalities within our society. Is it our right this notion Bourgeoisie and Proletariat. Help me out as as I wade in the swampy lowland. Treading through and through, head afloat, the submerging walk me to the shores..... Help me find my way through this dark tunnel. Help me see the light, let the sun ray penetrate my blight. In our dichotomy of democracy we have made it right. A rolling ball of ........ 1. Stock them high sell them cheap is the order of the day. 2. Social warehousing of merging demand and supply chain. 3. A disintegration of socialist entrepreneurship. 4. Re-distribution of Export Production Zones in marginalised countries. 5. A surge of capitalism on this patch we call the universe. 6.Conortions of monopoly colluding sustainability. I pass this ball to you. As the industrial revolution fades and debates of "STEEL" revolves. My Speech is a mere consideration, our contradiction. The contractual complications that we have grounded and granted ourselves as humanity. My voice is an exchange, my gift, a cloud of thoughts, an arousing hope our haunting costs.

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Expect us not to believe You could miraculously fetch Water with a sieve! Till we return to dust You, nothing better than a rust, Could not quench our thirst. Collecting taxes Without combing out lechers That spare not even the broke Or the stone to siphon Rather has an impact adverse, For it is allowing few Nation's wealth unfairly amass At a cost of harm to The credulous and For air gasping broad mass!

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Feb 11, 2016

Feb 11, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC

alem-hailu-gkristos

Fetching Water With A Sieve

Expect us not to believe You could miraculously fetch Water with a sieve! Till we return to dust You, nothing better than a rust, Could not quench our thirst. Collecting taxes Without combing out lechers That spare not even the broke Or the stone to siphon Rather has an impact adverse, For it is allowing few Nation's wealth unfairly amass At a cost of harm to The credulous and For air gasping broad mass!

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