A friend told me
she'd read somewhere Obama wants to tax.
When I got mad,
she poked at me and said those were the facts.
So I watched Fox
enough to see the furor in Sean’s eyes.
He smoked and
steamed, pulled out his hair, said no to compromise.
To tax it seems a
novel thing, a surcharge on all cats,
The hairless
breeds, and Siamese, old, blind with cataracts.
Seems cats produce
a carbon load and have to pay for it.
How to collect
from catamounts not easy they admit.
Cats won't pause
for any clause requiring a levy.
They have no coin,
no currency, and wallets are too heavy.
I’ll have to pay
in a few days not only for my living.
For my fat cat
I’ve named Slap Jack, I also will be giving.
Peach
April 10, 2010
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