Poetic-Verses
'' Why Do They Need To Fiddle ''
Life's a struggle that's a fact,
But that can't be said for all,
Life's billionaires don't give a damn,
Their opulent lifestyles will never stall.
They get tax relief for donations,
That's a fact they try to hide
How much wealth does a person need?
We're being taken for a ride.
They manipulate their tax returns,
While we're on pay as you earn,
They use every loophole as our money burns,
Yet finding more is what they try to learn.
So why do these rich celebrities beg,
Why Tell us to donate even more,
This whole thing stinks of a rancid egg,
Putrid right through to the core.
Politicians on the take,
Their expenses are truly ill gotten,
It proves that everyone's a fake,
Like the egg they are all bloody rotten.
Bankers lose billions and we're left to pay,
They resign then walk away rich,
It wasn't our fault is all they can say,
Then they blame it all on a glitch.
These people dictate what we should give,
Just what gives them that right?
They'll be total hypocrites for as long as they live,
They don't know the meaning of contrite.
Who are they to lecture us?
As they live their lives of leisure,
A tax evasion from each of them,
Would give the starving untold pleasure.
While we must pay our taxes due,
It really is a riddle,
If these bastards are worth so much,
' Why do they need to fiddle '
But that can't be said for all,
Life's billionaires don't give a damn,
Their opulent lifestyles will never stall.
They get tax relief for donations,
That's a fact they try to hide
How much wealth does a person need?
We're being taken for a ride.
They manipulate their tax returns,
While we're on pay as you earn,
They use every loophole as our money burns,
Yet finding more is what they try to learn.
So why do these rich celebrities beg,
Why Tell us to donate even more,
This whole thing stinks of a rancid egg,
Putrid right through to the core.
Politicians on the take,
Their expenses are truly ill gotten,
It proves that everyone's a fake,
Like the egg they are all bloody rotten.
Bankers lose billions and we're left to pay,
They resign then walk away rich,
It wasn't our fault is all they can say,
Then they blame it all on a glitch.
These people dictate what we should give,
Just what gives them that right?
They'll be total hypocrites for as long as they live,
They don't know the meaning of contrite.
Who are they to lecture us?
As they live their lives of leisure,
A tax evasion from each of them,
Would give the starving untold pleasure.
While we must pay our taxes due,
It really is a riddle,
If these bastards are worth so much,
' Why do they need to fiddle '
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`` Why Do They Need To Fiddle ``
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