Taxes
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Oh say can you see, the wall being built? The country we once knew now thrown on a tilt.The Dawns early light is from nuclear bombs.People praying in church reading a psalm.For this country, once so strong, now led by a man who acts before he t
You might here parents complain
About taxes and that they pay too much.
My dream job would be to help attain
More money for them and be clutch.
I would be tax consultant
Life is payday.
You have fifty dollars in your pocket
along with the daydreams of what you might buy
roses for your future lover
the promise of opportunity.
Life is tax day.
I must say that I expected more from high school,
I thought that after high school I could to everything by myself,
well,
I learned the hard way that I was wrong.
I even took a class called "Financial Literacy"
