A Halloween Death Tax Poem
I got this from the good folks at the American Family Business Institute: bq. Each Halloween in a secret basement somewhere in the bowels of the IRS Cincinnati branch office, three black-robed IRS agents gather in a ceremony to renew the Death Tax for one more year... bq. IRS Agent 1: All Hallows Eve approaches. Let the ceremony begin! bq. All Chant: Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. bq. IRS Agent 2: Tax the dead and pick their bones; Take their business, hear their groans. Hair of Dean and hoof of ass; To a liberal blog fly true and fast. bq. All Chant: Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. bq. IRS Agent 2: Hear their children scream and shake? Their families' savings we will take. Tears of a crocodile named Max Baucus; Say this to your state and that to your caucus. bq. All Chant: Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. bq. IRS Agent 1: Eye of intern, starry and innocent; Ear of staff assistant, blistered by constituent. The House's aim tie into a knot; Break our filibuster they can not. bq. Tongue of Wyden flopping and flippin’; To finance your future, change your position. Green eyeshade of Voinovich and Snowe; A monkey wrench in your party throw. Leader Reid, ignore Daschle's scalp; To keep your Title you need liberals' help. bq. Darkest Powers of DC; Accept our sacrifice, hear our plea. Chill business owners to their core; Keep the Death Tax alive forevermore!
