The lighter side

Wizard of Id

The Grinches of Wall Street
by Rosemarie Jackowski

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And through the Senate and House
The money was flowing
To each Wall Street louse

The hedge fund managers and CEOs
Had told their tales of financial woes
Their stories were naughty – not very nice
They told of private jets and gluttonous vice

Meanwhile on Main Street the people were sad
No one could explain why things had gotten so bad
Some said the cause was market speculation
Others said Capitalism was the right explanation

Santa’s elves should create a People’s State
End all war, poverty, and hate
A Single Payer System would keep us healthy
Enough food for all – no need to be wealthy

At the shelter, the children were snuggled in their beds
As nightmares of foreclosure danced through their heads
A holiday miracle is what we need –
On second thought – we just might have to secede

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“Tax his land, Tax his bed, Tax the table, At which he’s fed.”

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 ass

Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won’t be done
Till he has no dough.

When he screams and hollers,
Then 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,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax.

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