Tax man

Thoughts on taxation

Tax man, O tax man
Should I let your hand
In my pocket
Pass for love?

You hustle and smile
It’s gonna be fine
But I am convinced
You are just like Oz

The only gifts
that you’ll give me
Are the ones
that I already have.

And you'd
Take it all away
I am late
My tax to pay.

You dig through my garbage
And then you
Sell it back to me
Over and over again

I worked for years
To own my home.
I paid tax
When I bought

Yet each year
I must pay
Or I could lose
All that I own?

It seems to me
More like I rent
All that I own? from
The Bureau of Taxation.

Tax man, O tax man
Should I let your hand
In my pocket
Pass for love?