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Update into the criminal investigation of David Miscavige and Scientology

Discussion in 'Evaluating and Criticising Scientology' started by Lovinglife625, Mar 8, 2007.

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  1. The Oracle

    The Oracle Gold Meritorious Patron

    I thought I was quite done on OT3 until tax time.

    Here's another poem I ran across:

    Sit down my friends and just relax

    It's time to pay your income tax

    For whether we are great or small

    They tax us one, they tax us all.

    They tax the hobo and the queen

    They tax the bull and tax his ring.

    They tx the gas that runs your car

    And even tx the big cigar.

    They tax the lowly cigarette

    And that is as low as you can get

    They tax your whiskey and homestew

    They tax the Bible and your pew

    They tax the movies on TV

    Sowhat the heck is left for me?

    They tax the wristwatch on your arm

    And tax the rat trap on your farm.

    They tax the baby in his crib and

    Tax his shirt and his bib.

    They tax the crib that he sleeps in

    And don't consider that a sin.

    Then they go from bad to worse

    And tax the doctor and tax the nurse

    They tax the dentist and his drill

    And he just adds it to your bill.

    Whenever you leave this world behind

    They will be there to steal you blind

    Before you reach the golden gate

    They'll slap a tax on your estate

    They tx the car on your last ride

    And shed some tears because you died,

    The reason for their deep distress

    Is that you left them with no address.

    They tax the coffin where you sleep

    That's enough to make the angels weep.

    They tax the grave where you are laid

    And make darn sure that the tax is paid.

    They tax the flowers friends sent for you

    Because they need the revenue.

    They tax you all the way through life

    When you are gone they tax your wife.

    To all taxmen I wish you well

    May each of you wind up in hell

    Down there no doubt you can relax

    For the devil pays no income tax