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The Taxman

We look at the pay stub and what do we see
Taxes on the earnings, expenses foreseen
Pension Plans and Federal Tax it's not hard to tell
We are paying the rich pockets, may they all go to h***
For we are the poor guy, who slugs everyday
Trying to make a living, off our lowly pay
Credits and debits do haunt us for sure
As the arrogant tax-man slices up the shorn poor
Oh give me a hammer, and give me a nail
For it's time for the taxman .… to land up in jail.

Juanita Tice Paulino