At the rate taxes are going up here in C(r)ook County, we'll suceed from Illinois and become part of Taxachusetts. So I guess we'll be neighbors soon. . . .
Tax his land tax his bed tax the table at which he's fed
Tax his tractor tax his mule Teach him taxes are the rule
Tax his cow tax his goat tax his pants tax his coat.
Tax his ties tax his shirt tax his work tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco tax his drink tax him if he tries to think
Tax his cigars tax his beers If he cries, then tax his tears
Tax all he has then let him know you won't be done till he has no dough
When he screams and hollers then tax him some more tax him till he's good and sore.
Then tax his coffin tax his grave tax the sod in which he's laid.
Put these words upon his tomb, "Taxes drove me to my doom."
When he's gone, do not relax. It's time to apply the inheritance tax.
And people want to elect Hillary?
Charles of Schaumburg