The Taxman Cometh Poem by Joe Rosochacki

The Taxman Cometh



If you drive a car, I'll tax the street.
If you drive to city, I'll tax your seat.
If you get too cold, I'll tax the heat.
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.
(Lennon-McCartney)

If you are a virgin, I tax your loss of virginity.
(Berlin Tax Officials)

Alina Percea,18, posted the sale of her virginity on the internet,
The highest bidder was an Italian businessman,
-that she hadn’t met yet,
The businessman met her in Italy,
Although she born in Romania and lived in Germany,
So for $14,000.00 she went on holiday for a weekend,
Not to climb the tower of Pisa,
Not to visit the Isle of Capri,
Not to have a trip in a Gondola,
Or visit the Trevi Fountain or a Papal Audience,
She went there to have her cherry picked,
Be de-flowered,
And the Berlin tax man wants a piece of the action,
-like 50%.
Oh my!
I think that they will get it under immigration policy,
She’s not naturalized German,
-could she go back home?
She will be a gypsy in essence,
I certainly hope that this taxman is aware of the ‘evil eye’.

(5-22-09)

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Hamtramck, Michigan
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