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Brand new poem I just finished today (20 Jan 2011), about the evils of not taxing the rich.

Submitted: January 19, 2011

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Submitted: January 19, 2011



The rich folk now feel unobliged
To ever help those living rough,
The rich folk say, “Why should we help”
“The poor can just get stuffed!”

Noblesse oblige is now out of vogue
Indeed it is dying fast,
The rich folk will not hear of it
This relic from a better past.

“Why should we help those on the street?”
As the millionaires and more,
“We’ve given all we’ve got to given
“Until our walk-in safe’s are sore.”

Yes the rich folk are doing it tough
Now being asked to pay some tax,
“We’ve never heard of such a thing!
“Please bring the Fascist Party back!”

Yes under Little Johnny Howard
The rich folk knew only joy,
For Johnny only taxed the poor
The rich said, “Johnny’s our boy!”

The Most Evil Goods and Service Tax
Took money from every charity,
And gave it back to billionaire
John said, “That’s a fine parity.”

Johnny had his mates at heart
Like any fascist through and through,
He’d help the rich evade their taxes
Nothing was too much to do.

“The rich are born for luxury
“The losers must help themselves,
“Don’t come whining,” said Johnny boy
“They will not get any help.”

“We’d have to tax our mates then
“And God we can’t do that,
“We decided we will not help the poor
“And there’s just no going back.”

So in the streets of
The poor are forced to live and die,
“Give the bastards cake to eat!”
Is Little Johnny’s sick battle cry.

© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts

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