Down in the projects every second, minute, hour and day

We struggle so hard, all our overwhelming bills to pay.

Surrounded by riff-raff, goin’ totally and completely nuts

Never gettin’ ahead, though we work off our d**n b***s.

We’re numbered and tagged so “The Man” can track us down

When we all get old enough for the tax man to come “roun’.

Yup, we struggle and strive to do the best that we can

Then along comes the Prez’ with another hidden tax plan.

The rich got the bailouts, while the poor got the shaft

And when they complained, “The Man” just sat and laughed.

Each and every single time a “cost of living” raise goes through

Us poor slobs get one lousy dollars, while all the prices go up two.

And if you think you would escape this mess if you were to die

I’m ‘fraid I gotta disappoint you, and here’s the reason why…

There are taxes on the casket, the plot, and blasted funeral too,

On the flowers, the singers, and more, ‘fore you’re through.

Yup, folks, you start owin’ from your very first breath,

And the epitath on your tombstone? “They taxed me to death!”

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About MARANTHA DREAMWEAVER JENELLE

WRITER'S USE WORDS TO PAINT PICTURES ON THE CANVASES OF THEIR READER'S MINDS. marantha d. jenelle/aka 'maradjen'

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