Taxes Again and Again

There was a time long, long ago When taxes were a tax A small slice here and there Needed to complete a task. Then it was through,     Never a big bother to me or you. Capitalism found a way To obligate a gift To make non-volunteerism a crime    Until there was nothing I could call mine There is no talent the government doesn't tax. Nor any service it does not control Even to digging a hole tacking a board to your outside wall. It affects one and all And is totally out of control Tax this, check that, take charge of the poor Let no one control his paycheck anymore. The poor get nothing but a widow's mite While salaries are out of sight for anyone who comes up with bright ideas To pad their pockets. The politicians rant and rave So they can continue to be paid Inciting the brain-dead middle class Who continue to kick ass But of the wrong economic class: the poor. Why in the hell can't we see Taxes is not about you or me Take my money, do what you please Then make me come running on bended knees Please mister man, meet my needs. To hell with begging dear Uncle Sam

I'm tired of government charity and scam.

Do me a favor Take your hands off my pay, my services permit me to give Stop all the robbery and do not steal even the poor man has a right to live. There is no pleasure government has not taxed May God help us all get government off our backs.