So Taxing

Let’s ponder this fact, once proposed as an act

That would bellow abundance for all

To pay for the battle we all posthumously wanted

For – no worries – a limited time only

Never to rise above 5 percent … or so

So that …

So that …

So what?

To ultimately justify the siphoning of your soul

For your labor

For the sweat on your brow

For you – the new cash cow

While elites laugh over the 16^th, designed by the poor to milk the rich

What a bitch

The switch that transformed the easy ride for the low

Into a money pit where income and life-energy would flow

Once a chance to grow … with other people’s money

But now look – how funny!

One big tax code, getting fatter and fatter and fatter

Like cattle to the slaughterhouse, we are funneled right into our fate

Now too late

To overturn the indoctrination that would, in absolute insanity, make a taxable event of your labor

Save the favor

Five generations deep, we’re all asleep

To the nightmare that allows the controllers to use our money

For what?

For wars

For Clintons, Bushes and Gores

For spaceships

For spaceshit

For bullshit

For senseless scientific studies that belie the scientific method

For expensive red tape

For plans to populate, with pins, a checkerboard map made of nations

For strategies to desecrate and defile other people’s homes and bodies

For black-tie events and the armed guards that protect them

For the overlord 1040 and 540, now legal in the eyes who have forgotten

And now give willingly, at gunpoint and up against threats of further slavery

Under the weight that gets heavier and heavier and heavier

So heavy

So wearisome

So taxing

So taxing