The Taxman Poem by Douglas McClarty

Just think, if you lived a century ago
People were poor because pay was low
But then a tv, dog or driving licence did not exist
Neither did vat, council tax or a car tax disc.
Like petrol tax, car tax, even tax on water
You need a licence to marry your daughter.
For the house they will buy will cost them a mint
The taxman cometh probably leaving them skint
Just a little stamp duty is all they ask
Oh and a little more on the heating and gas
But just remember its prudent to save.
Your left over taxed money For a few more years
As Long as you remember he will cometh again
To take a further share of what you didn't spend

If you save a fortune and leave it for others
He will standeth at the front of the Que.
Looking for what he the taxman is due.
So we might earn a fortune but it's really not ours
Are we much better off, when the taxman devours
He's looking for taxes on you wages, your dog, your tv, your car
Your part time job, your house, the insurance when due
Even if you need a rest that holiday flight you pay tax on that to
You pay tax when your born, when you marry and die
We are prisoners under the taxmans control
With the exceptions of the wise who stay on the dole.