Tax Tyrants

The IRS ran in my pad
They took away everything I had
I didn't owe taxes, I was mad
Abusing their power, they treated me bad.

They took my house, my jewels, my car,
That wasn't enough, they went too far.

My home was emptied, my assets frozen,
Of all who owes money, I was chosen.

Into my coffin they placed the nail,
Topping it off, I was thrown in jail.

The IRS is a tyranic mob of thugs,
They're making billions off booze and drugs.

© 2000 Aquil Aziz