Friday, January 16, 2009

Taxes really piss me off. . . .


Since I am an adult Lesbian woman quickly approaching senior citizen status and am not given the rights that str8 persons enjoy, I feel I should not have to pay any taxes of any type.


If and when I actually am "allowed" to have equal rights like str8 persons have, then I will be happy to pay taxes.

Tax Poem

At first I thought this was funny...then I realized the awful truth of it.

Tax her land,
Tax her bed,
Tax the table
At which she's fed.

Tax her tractor,
Tax her mule,
Teach her taxes
Are the rule.

Tax her work,
Tax her pay,
She works for peanuts
Anyway!

Tax her cow,
Tax her goat,
Tax her pants,
Tax her coat.

Tax her ties,
Tax her shirt,
Tax her work,
Tax her dirt.

Tax her tobacco,
Tax her drink,
Tax her if she
Tries to think..

Tax her cigars,
Tax her beers,
If she cries
Tax her tears.

Tax her car,
Tax her gas,
Find other ways
To tax her ass.

Tax all she has
Then let her know
That you won't be done
Till she has no dough.

When she screams and hollers,
Then tax her some more,
Tax her till
She's good and sore..

Then tax her coffin,
Tax her grave,
Tax the sod in
Which she's laid.

Put these words
Upon her tomb,
'Taxes drove me to my doom...'

When she's gone,
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax.

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