Ode to Rachel...

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 work, Tax his pay - he works for peanuts anyway!

 

Tax his cow, Tax his goat, Tax his trousers, Tax his coat.

 

Tax his ties, Tax his shirt, Tax his work and 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 any way to tax his ass! 

Tax him more, then let him know 

That you won’t be done 'til he has no dough

When he screams and when he hollers;

 

Then tax him more, take all his dollars

 

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 Inheritance Tax!

(h/t WWFC)