The Tax Man Clan (A Sattaurical Satire)
August 22, 2014 at 6:46pm
The Tax Man Clan (A Sattaurical Satire)
It takes a brave man indeed
To accuse the taxman of misdeed
The challenge is not to a man
But the entire Kurse’d Clan
Father and Sons
Daughter, Niece, nephew too
Nepotism accusations by fools
The word has no meaning here
“I did not hire them
None of them answer to me”
Who hires? Who fires?
Who reports to whom?
A Sattaurical hegemony
Who indeed could hire such a man
To be the chief taxman in the land
He has no ethical clue
Morality vaporized by creed
No one dares to tell this cat
For fear of the audit bell
“Listen man, have no fear
Let the pickney work elsewhere”
Surely it cannot be
GRA or penury
Sons, Daughters and family friends
Ease up on the man a bit
Of all the jobs in the world
Amazing that you are only qualified
To work by Daddy’s side
GRA is not a junkyard
Sanford and Sons on a national wage
You Dummies need to leave
Spread those wings and fly
Stand on your own two feet
So taxman
Before you Kurse
Shout “unfair”
Accuse and hurl abuse
Let this humble poem be
A gentle reminder that
A taxman with no integrity
Beggars belief and credulity
An audit cuts both ways
And you owe this country dear
The upstanding men you Kurse today
Are they ones you will soon need
To demonstrate their morality
no one escapes it all
no one too big to fall
in Guyana this is known to all
Karma is a bitch and Goats bite
"moon ah run till morning light"
now everything
by Bai Shan lin
suddenly turn confidential
lawyers names
yuh dih' publishing
yuh can't run with the hares and hunt with the hounds
feigning igonrance
and freal blustery
will not set you free
this is the moment
that will define
Country first or Pumpkin Suits
Patriotism or
Cell Block D Hegemony
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