The IRS Blues
I got the blues.
Those government taxes blues.
Those back stabbing, wage nabbing blues.
You can never win, but you can lose, blues.
Dig deep into your pockets & cough it up.
Drop your donations into the IRS cup.
Uncle Sam needs a new pair of shoes.
I got the big time tax paying blues.
There is little left for the little guy.
The irony of it is kind of wry.
The American Dream is gonna die.
If you don’t pay you’re gonna fry.
Where’s the answer to this mess.
There is no answer would be my guess,.
You can only pay more, never less.
The whole system sucks, I confess.
If I never paid a dime
then I would have the time
to live the good life.
I would have the money for
all the things I have wished for
without the IRS strife.
I have been on the soapbox.
I have checked my vote box.
I have yelled and screamed.
I have really caused a scene.
Yet, I MUST pay before I play.
That is your tax laws today.
There has got to be a better way.
There is nothing else I have to say.———R. W. Johnson—–(2014)