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A Legal Lay… At times like these with deficits high Suggestions start to multiply Of where to go to get more cash Before our country starts to crash… To legalize a thing or two Would bring in untold revenue. By taxing what’s done anyway We’d free ourselves, kiss debt away… The cash that prostitution reaps Is tax-free! Most just goes to creeps! In cities and in towns they live— The prostitute who aims to give... They’ve been around five thousand years, The tax-free dollar disappears Into the world of violent crime— The I.R.S. sees not a dime. Society looks down on whores; But think! To have a chain of stores Soliciting a legal lay— Our bills we’d pay on “layaway”.
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