Feed the Beast (a Tax Day poem)

Get your taxes done on time? Here’s a little something we whipped up in honor of tax day:

Feed the Beast

Val Muller

 

They pointed a gun at my head.

“Pay your taxes,” the tax man said.

We know better than you,

So pay your due

And go back to your circus and bread.

 

We stick riders in our laws,

Placing power in cronies’ paws,

And if you object

We’ll keep you in check—

And we certainly can because

 

We’re the government, big government,

And we build the roads.

We’re with you from birth,

When you buy food and clothes.

We’re with you at work,

And we’re there when you die,

And we’re there and we’re there,

Washington’s Great Seeing Eye.

 

We can tell you who you marry.

We decide which drugs are scary.

You pay for us to

Tell you what to do,

And we won’t hear the contrary.

 

We’re the government, big government,

And we build the roads.

We’re with you from birth,

When you buy food and clothes.

We’re with you at work,

And we’re there when you die,

And we’re there and we’re there,

Washington’s Great Seeing Eye.

 

We are the glutton you feed.

We have an endless need

For your money and power;

We grow by the hour

With thoughtless, brainless speed.

 

But you have fed us so,

Whether or not you know,

So before you complain,

Use your brain

To limit our gluttonous reign.

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