Tax Poem by David Lewis Paget

This government's greed's cut into my need
By taxing tobacco smoke,
I needed my weed to concentrate,
They've turned it into a joke.
So how many lines of poetry
I'll never be able to write,
All for the sake of the Nanny State
Insisting I quit tonight.

I see it as persecution of
The few of us that are left,
Turning us into a cash cow that
Has left us feeling bereft.
I thought that the days of fascists died
In the bunker with Hitler's crew,
We seem to have re-elected them,
They're telling us what to do.

We should be allowed to live our lives
The way that we always did,
Making our personal choices then
And not be ruled by the quid.
They keep on edging their taxes up
To make us submit by stealth,
By making it unaffordable,
They say it's all about health.

What will they do when we all give up
And they find all their coffers bare?
What will they find to tax us then
To make up the smoker's share?
Maybe they'll tax the pollies perks
That they vote themselves at night,
Whenever the world's not watching them,
But that never happens - Right?

We seem to be ruled by a den of thieves
Who make up rules as they go,
Their arrogance you would not believe
As they crush the ordinary Joe.
It's time that we formed a voting block
To target the safest seats,
And toss out the whole corrupted lot
By dumping them out in the streets.

5 October 2017