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Created on: April 18, 2008
The curse between cradle and grave
Afflicts both the timid and brave
You can forget your diseases,
Coughs sneezes and wheezes
You can slam the front door
On pestilence 'n' war
It isn't pollution
Or the final solution
(Look over your shoulder)
It's the man with the ax
Collecting your tax!
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Poetry: Taxes
by Moeze Lalji
Taxes
For
Potholes
Education
Health
Benefits
And
Public interests
Fits the mind
But the deal
Of charity
On strange lands
Is a
" The dollar bill "
Month in, Month out
Pay all my bills
Day in, Day out
Work so hard to stay above the hills
Gas cost an arm
The days are long but,not long enough.
We work so hard,still things are tough.
We house and cloth our children with love and
The White House -((( Now a Black House )))-
I can't believe a million was spent to redecorate the White House; So many look
Here, the taxman cometh,
With a hand to feed,
Outstretched in greed
As he bares his crocodile teeth.
Oh, why do we have to
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