TAX MONEY.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16705, 10 April 1922, Page 8

TAX MONEY.

[ (By WALT JMASO.N.) 1 ve written miles ol deathless song, to earn the coin in yonder sacks, and I must hand it out crc long to pay m\ yearly income tax. I greatly wonder where they’ll go, when Uncle Sam collects those bucks; I. greatly fear that he will throw my hard earned to the ducks. II Uncle Sam could onlv see the poet in his garret bare, composing epics wild and free, that he nia have a bill ol fare! 1 buy my harps lrom Henry Ford in quantities, to get them cheap; yet when I’ve paid for bed and board the roll that's left Mould make you weep. J walk the j floor by night and day, to find new j rhymes for rhyme Jess words; and Uncie I Sam will take my pay, and then he 1: | throw it at the birds. He’ll buy himj self a sword and gun. and build hi nisei l j a submarine, well knowing how I need ! the mon to pay John i>. for gasoline. ! He’ll hand out money left and right to ! pay for past and future wars; I have I to pay for every fight, yet war’s a thing my soul abhors. He’ll run his Government in grooves- that make sane voters stand aghast; he never alters or i improves the cumbrous methods of the past. Nine mon will do what oua might do, red tape will govern every step, and high priced statesmen still will chew their rags of cotton and : f rep. I earn my dough in bitter toil. T twang my lyre the livelong day. and coin I need for gas and oil must go iu Sam, to throw away.