03-17-2017 , 11:28 PM
Finished our tax returns yesterday, using TurboTax online, e-filed and the returns were accepted by federal
and state, and I'm glad the filing is over. Then, this morning, I received this from a friend and thought, how timely.
Just knew you'd appreciate the irony (aptness?) of the thought, and want to read it, too, as you file your tax
returns...?.
Death and Taxes
Tax his cow, Tax his goat,
Tax his pants, Tax his coat,
Tax his crops, Tax his
dirt
,
Tax his tie, Tax his shirt.
Tax his food, tax his drink,
Tax him till he cannot think.
Tax his chew, Tax his smoke,
Teach him Taxes are no joke.
Tax his tractor, Tax his mule,
Teach him Taxes are a rule.
Tax his oil, Tax his gas,
Tax his notes, Tax his cash,
Tax him good and let him know -
After Taxes, he has no dough.
If he hollers, Tax him more,
Tax him 'til he's good and sore.
Tax him up, and Tax him down,
Tax him double if he frowns,
Tax the cash he stows away,
Tax him till the break of day.
Tax him left and Tax him right,
Tax him till he cannot fight.
Tax his coffin, Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in which he lays.
Put these words upon his tomb
"Taxes drove me to my doom".
And after he's gone, he can't relax,
They'll still be after Inheritance Tax!
What is worse than this, you ask?
A Government that lives off Tax.
One thing that wrecks this great old Nation,
Is the Taxes WITH representation!
I got a Christmas card a few years ago, from Santa, that said:
,
I'm sending this card to tell you,
That taxes have taken away,
The things that I really needed,
My workshop, my reindeer, my sleigh.
So, I'm making my rounds on a donkey,
He is old, and crippled - and slow,
So if I don't get to your house by Christmas,
You'll know that I'm out on my ass in the snow.
Love, Santa".
and state, and I'm glad the filing is over. Then, this morning, I received this from a friend and thought, how timely.
Just knew you'd appreciate the irony (aptness?) of the thought, and want to read it, too, as you file your tax
returns...?.
Death and Taxes
Tax his cow, Tax his goat,
Tax his pants, Tax his coat,
Tax his crops, Tax his
dirt
,
Tax his tie, Tax his shirt.
Tax his food, tax his drink,
Tax him till he cannot think.
Tax his chew, Tax his smoke,
Teach him Taxes are no joke.
Tax his tractor, Tax his mule,
Teach him Taxes are a rule.
Tax his oil, Tax his gas,
Tax his notes, Tax his cash,
Tax him good and let him know -
After Taxes, he has no dough.
If he hollers, Tax him more,
Tax him 'til he's good and sore.
Tax him up, and Tax him down,
Tax him double if he frowns,
Tax the cash he stows away,
Tax him till the break of day.
Tax him left and Tax him right,
Tax him till he cannot fight.
Tax his coffin, Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in which he lays.
Put these words upon his tomb
"Taxes drove me to my doom".
And after he's gone, he can't relax,
They'll still be after Inheritance Tax!
What is worse than this, you ask?
A Government that lives off Tax.
One thing that wrecks this great old Nation,
Is the Taxes WITH representation!
I got a Christmas card a few years ago, from Santa, that said:
,
I'm sending this card to tell you,
That taxes have taken away,
The things that I really needed,
My workshop, my reindeer, my sleigh.
So, I'm making my rounds on a donkey,
He is old, and crippled - and slow,
So if I don't get to your house by Christmas,
You'll know that I'm out on my ass in the snow.
Love, Santa".