The Eiffel Toweris the Empire StateBuilding after taxes.
The more you earn, the less you keep,And now I lay me down to sleep.I pray the Lord my soul to take,If the tax collector hasn't got it before I wake.
Tax his food, tax his drink,Anonymous, Excerpt from "The Taxation Poem".
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his sodas, tax his beers,
If he cries, tax his tears
Tax his bills, tax his gas,
Tax his notes, tax his cash.
Tax him good and let him know
That after taxes, he has no dough
If he hollers, tax him more,
Tax him until he's good and sore.
Tax his coffin, tax his grave,
Tax the sod in which he lays
Put these words upon his tomb,
"Taxes drove me to my doom!"
And when he's gone, we won't relax,
We'll still be after the inheritance tax