Fear not the Reaper

I hear the bells toll by the diistant sea
I wonder this time if they toll for me
I'm weary and beaten from what I most fear
It's not the grim reaper but the Tax Man is near.

He's worse than both Freddy and Jason combined
A most vilanous slasher with one thing on his mind
"Give me your money, or proceed straight to jail!"
Why can't this foul imp return back to Hell

If Uncle Sam needs more money then tell the ill slob
"Get off of your ass and go find a job!"
I've my own mouths to feed and my own bills to pay
To be the enabler of your boarish ways

So I fear not the reaper for once dead we all go
To a wonderful land where we no longer owe
At least until the Tax Man get's in his head
He's neglected for years to be taxing the dead.

Gary

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