There are taxes on most things I buy
The gas prices are ridiculously high
I hate being charged five cents for a plastic bag
So I light a cigarette, and take a drag!
I can’t stand the absurd bank fees
I might just go bankrupt, but I’ll just have to pay a trustee
I’m so sick of the price inflation
Is there any way to resolve this ugly situation?
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