April 15 – Taxable

Always someone has a hand in your pocket

These days it’s everywhere you go.

Whatever you do, someone wants a piece

Of what you spend, do, or see, or know.

We’re treading water like the ship’s gone down

And we’re cast in the sea like lost sailors.

If we’re fortunate we have a lifeboat that leaks

And we’re reduced to being full-time bailers

What joy ‘twould be to float through life,

Not suffering bureaucratic predation,

I’m afraid though we must all wait for Heaven,

The land where there’s no more taxation.

© 2017 by Tom King