The Tax Man Poem by James Timothy Jarrett
The Tax Man
Will you take my bloodied hands
My broken bones
My heart grown old
My body cold
My very soul
As tax to you?
Can I pay your tax in blood and pain
My worn out back
My knees
My eyes
My worried nights?
Are these yours too
Your cut from me
Or do these things I get to keep?
Tuesday, December 16, 2025
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