On the recordApril 4, 1995
as we debate tax relief this week--I would like Members to consider the message of this poem--sent to me by a constitute: Tax his cow, tax his goat Tax his pants, tax his coat, Tax his crops, tax his work, Tax his tie, tax his shirt, Tax his chew, tax his smoke; Teach him taxes are no joke. Tax his oil, tax his gas, Tax his notes, tax his cash; Tax him good and let him know-- After taxes he has no dough. If he hollers, tax him more Tax him 'til he's good and sore. Tax his coffin, tax his grave, Tax the sod in which he lays. Put these words upon his tomb; ``Taxes drove me to my doom.'' And after he's gone he can't relax; They'll still be after inheritance tax!
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