When Death Came You Taxed It Poem by James McLain

How did you expect me
to know you from the
bird flying bye.
You ask things that have no answer..
at least none..I can discern..
I am the book that you never read..
I am that simple plain cover..unread..
Power and control..what..would you..
control what..and if given..
How would you use it..? ..do you abuse it?
Do you know what you want? ..do you?
If you dont know...how would any one else
know what you want?
So what do you tell me what....
you think you said but did not?
Tell me some thing good..!
Tell me a way out of here..!
I can escape death..and taxes.
I never can escape from of you.