the revenuer pays no taxes of his own
so I won’t bother with my tithes
leaving all of my organs to the state
just because one tenth of nothing
is zero divided by itself
that leaves one tenth of the truth still a lie
and so regardless of ones politics
gray is not a color
only smoke and mirrors…
2009 © TS
nice poem though sometimes this applies to the crocodiles of the state, where hypocrisy lives within....10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ted my friend, everything starts from a couple of folks sitting around a bong in berkeley