Category: Taxes

They taxed, they withheld, they deducted–
But not anymore for this duncel
He has earned, he has lost–but he knows now the cost
Of having an idea, once.

by Ray Romine Monday, February 12, 1951

Prosperous me,
B.T.*

*Before Troces

by Ray Romine Friday, August 24, 1951

Maybe, when they have our shirts,
They’ll stop saying “Give until it hurts”?

by Ray Romine Friday, February 23, 1951

“Due to modern medical science, man’s life span is increasing yearly…” News Note.

While every ailment finds a cure,
Making death a bit unsure–
The other half of this team waxes
Fat: we’re sure, at least, of taxes!

by Ray Romine Saturday, April 8, 1950

They are larger and more repercussing;
They’re more numerous; they are nonplussing;
They are more swiftly put–
Flying saucers, my foot!
It’s TAXES, my son, we’re discussing.

by Ray Romine Friday, January 12, 1951

Thank God we are Americans
Who needn’t scrounge in garbage cans;
Yet Uncle Sam will see, it’s true,
We live upon the residue!

by Ray Romine Friday, August 24, 1951