Taxes Poem by Randy McClave

The government says that they must raise my tax
From their debt and worries they want to relax,
The politicians say they need their income to increase
While my way of living and income will then decrease,
Politicians will work no more than five days a week
Their job someday I would hope myself to seek,
No swing-shift for them to work and off on every holiday
And it’s all because of the taxes people like me must pay,
I looked at my taxes and I asked my politician why does he rob
He looks at my paycheck and then he tells me to get another job,
I pay him his salary and his medical and his retirement
How I wish that I told him he wasn't worth a dime, but I didn’t,
It is true that you can’t take your money with you when you die
But, I would like to keep some of it while I am still alive,
I wish I could work 40 hours a week to keep myself sheltered and fed
But, I guess I will always pay those taxes until the day that I am dead.

Randy L. McClave