The last hurrah

Fortunately, or unfortunately, this is going to be my last post on this blog

I know it isn’t fair to have a blog and allow it to decay without posting for a long time. But, I’m not able to spend enough time updating blogs, so I’ll have to let some go. Sadly, this one gets the axe. I’m not going to delete it and anyone can make free use of whatever little is present here. There will be no more posts on this blog

As a last hurrah, enjoy this poem:

Tax his land,

Tax his bed,

Tax the table

At which he’s fed.

Tax his tractor,

Tax his mule,

Teach him taxes

Are the rule.

Tax his cow,

Tax his goat,

Tax his pants,

Tax his coat.

Tax his ties,

Tax his shirt,

Tax his work,

Tax his dirt.

Tax his tobacco,

Tax his drink,

Tax him if he

Tries to think.

Tax his cigars,

Tax his beers,

If he cries,

Tax his tears.

Tax his car,

Tax his gas,

Find other ways

To tax his ass

Tax all he has

Then let him know

That you won’t be done

Till he has no dough.

When he screams and hollers,

Then tax him some more,

Tax him till

He’s good and sore.

Then tax his coffin,

Tax his grave,

Tax the sod in

Which he’s laid.

Put these words

Upon his tomb,

“Taxes drove me

To my doom…”

When he’s gone,

Do not relax,

Its time to apply

The inheritance tax.

This poem is NOT my own. It was written by an American who is fed up with the amount of taxes levied in his country but it’s true for almost any country on Earth. He feels taxes are a form of theft by the crooks of big government I tend to agree with him. There is a reason why tax-collectors were despised creatures even in Biblical times.

FInally, it’s time to bid adieu. Thanks a lot, my dear friends! Thank you, WordPress! Wish you all good luck, great health, prosperity and eternal happiness!

Adios!