Death and Taxes

This is an anonymous poem that expresses the reality of the overspending of our government, which forces upon the people obscene taxation throughout life and even in death. 

Death & Taxes

The Anonymous Poem

Tax his cow, tax his goat,

Tax his pants, tax his coat,

Tax his crops, tax his work,

Tax his ties, tax his shirt.

Tax his tractor, tax his mule, 

Teach him taxes are a rule,

Tax his oil, tax his gas,

Tax his notes, tax his cash; Tax him good and let him know,

After his taxes he has no dough.

If he hollers, tax him more;

Tax him 'til he's good and sore.

Tax his coffin, tax his grave,

Tax the sod in which he lays.

Put these words upon his tomb:

"Taxes drove me to my doom."

And after he's gone, he can't relax;

They'll soon be after his Inheritance Tax!

~ Anonymous

Is this really how we should live and die. The simple answer is NO! Rest assured, the Libertarian Party is working tirelessly to ensure that YOUR money stays in YOUR pocket

Join us in the fight and let's all reap the benefits of smaller government and fatter wallets!