Sorry I am running so late, business before pleasure (unfortunately). Since today is April 15th, Tax Day, I couldn’t resist the above graphic or the poem below. You know what they say, “there is one in every crowd.” Guess what, I am that one, lol!
I am hoping everyone has a very terrific day. For those of you who wait till the last minute to do your taxes, take your time and for goodness sake’s don’t make a mistake. Now for the poem, which sort of reflects the way I feel about taxes, lol!
Love ya!
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, then tax his tears.
Tax his car, tax his gas,
Find other ways to tax his a**.
Tax all he has, then let him know
That you won’t be done ’till he has no dough.
When he screams and hollers,
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.
It’s time to apply the inheritance tax Source: Liberty’s Law
As they always told me, there are three things in life you have to do…..Be born, die and pay taxes! Unfortunately, it is so, so true!
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