THE HONED TRUTH OF THE AXES OF TAXES
Take down your freedom mask and leave it behind you.
litter the street with every delusion and illusion
you ever formed of your own greatness.
Jump from the plastic garbage bag
that is full of the self-deceit
of plastic extruded ideas of grandeur
and fondle a flowers natural color
with the eyes you have recently unbound
from the thought that you own anything.
Look at the deed to the land you stand on.
It is a lie from the day you moved on to it
Until the day you take your last breath and die.
When that tax bill comes poking hot irons into those eyes
proving you’re nothing more than a tenant
allowed to live on soil the masters said you could yearly rent it
Do not hate the centuries of deceit
or the new found knowledge of serfdom.
You may disregard the bill come due
once you realize it is only shelter you have to lose,
or you could pay and live on it still.
That is until the bill collectors
come and take it away anyway.
A man’s home is his castle
but even when the debt for its due is fully paid
you are still owing a yearly bill
that allows you to remain until
they hit you with eminent domain.
Oh how sweet it would be to say
“This land is mine and no man
or government can take it away!”
Truth be told is the tax schemes are lies
We tell ourselves we have achieved the American Dream.
© M Durfee
Gunshots; this time I saw the muzzle flashes. I didn’t know why I was being shot at but unfortunately a bullet travels hypersonic and neither my wit nor vision is that good. Can anyone explain to the blood splatter that is all that remains of me what the situation was that I had to die?
© M Durfee
Alright I will admit that I missed Friday and this is Saturday but it still is a 55 word unanswerable question for the GREAT &GRACIOUS G-MAN who may forgive my tardiness. This is a simple comment on how violent of a world society we have become. I think about the why’s of this a lot and I have answers that at best are only partial.