Ode on a tax return
Ode on a Tax Return
My tax returns? Keep waiting, motherfuckers! You’ll get to see them maybe when hell freezes. I promised to release them? Get this, suckers – I said it just to get elected. Jesus! The IRS is gonna be abolished; The rich won’t pay their taxes any more, So guys like me no longer have to hide. And when your welfare’s totally demolished, We’ll raise more money from the sick and poor. The facts – alternative – are on my side. Who said that truth is beauty, beauty truth? Well, lemme tell you it’s a load of crap. It doesn’t take a Sherlock Holmes-like sleuth Or even someone who can read a map To figure out the answer. Yeah, it must Have been some journalist or liberal, The kind that sells fake news, the People’s Foe. There’s just a couple sources you can trust - Breitbart and Fox. Believe me, that is all Ye know on Earth, and all ye need to know. |
What splendidly well-timed words to console Mr Hammond, Brian. What a touchingly considerate chap you are! Now, if it was that dreadful bounder, Trump... Oh, wait a bit.....
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Listen up!
Timely, indeed, Brian! Now if all those poor would stop buying IPhones, they could afford to pay for Trumpcare, or so says a "compassionate Republican."
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I like your poem, Brian.
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Brilliant, brilliant! You got him down to a T.
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Yes, a gem.
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On another subject -- I am suddenly unable to sign into the Spectator site using what I thought was the password. Could someone kindly send me the correct password in a PM? Thank you!
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