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Show 1 e WALT MASON j V TAX MOM V I've written miles of deathless song, to earn tho coin in yonder sucka, and I must hand it oUt ere long to pay my yearly income lax. I greatly won-1 der where they'll go, when Uncle Sam , collects those bucks; I greatly feai that he win throw my hard earned roubles to the ducks. If Unole Bam could only see tho poet In his garret bare, composing epics wild and free thut he may have a bill of fare! 1 buy my harps from Henry Kurd in quantities, to get them cheap. yet when I've paid for bed and board the roll that left would make you weep, i I walk the floor by night and day, to find new rhymes for rhyrneless words: and Unole Sam will take my pay, and ttun he'll throw it at the birds. He' buy himself a sword and gun. anil build himself a submarine well knowing know-ing how 1 need the mon to pay John D. for gasoline He II hand out money-left money-left and rlpht to pay for past and future fu-ture wars; I havo to pay for every fight, yet war's a thing my soul abhors. ab-hors. He'll run his government in grooves that makes sano voters stand aghast! ho never alters or improved the cumbrous methods of tho past. Nine men will do what ono might do red tape will govern every step, and high priced statesmen still will chew their rags of cotton and of rep. 1 earn my dough In bitter toll. I twang my lyre the livelong flay, and coin 1 ne... for gas and oil must go to Sam, to throw away. |