Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Taxes



Egyptian Scribe
Raphael von Ambros
Austrian, 1855-1895


Yesterday, I filed my taxes. It was fun and easy with my TurboTax program although I did all the hard parts in January — the sorting and counting and ordering receipts and documents.

I thought I'd mark the happy occasion with something or other here and was hoping to find a nice, light joke about taxes but the ones I found were either not very funny, too complicated or too political. Instead, I found a site with a brief history of taxation that has some interesting tidbits and the following anonymous poem.

TAX POEM

Tax his land, tax his wage,
Tax his bed in which he lays.
Tax his tractor, tax his mule,
Teach him taxes is the rule.
Tax his cow, tax his goat,
Tax his pants, tax his coat.
Tax his ties, tax his shirts,
Tax his work, tax his dirt.
Tax his chew, tax his smoke,
Teach him taxes are no joke.
Tax his car, tax his ass
Tax the roads he must pass.
Tax his tobacco, tax his drink,
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his booze, tax his beers,
If he cries, tax his tears.
Tax his bills, tax his gas,
Tax his notes, tax his cash.
Tax him good and let him know
That after taxes, he has no dough.
If he hollers, tax him more,
Tax him until he's good and sore.
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 when he's gone, we won't relax,
We'll still be after the inheritance TAX!

Author Unknown

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