Soon it will be bud-give day
And all I can do is pray -
Dear Lord, help me
Through the day.
Help me not to boo
The sales tax cues
And the Customs of Excise
that leave me to stew.
Then comes the lip service
With a tax that
For the service that is absent
But the tax that’s omni present.
Lord, can I be remiss
About the Surcharge and Cess
Maximize my income
Oh what a mess!
Then there is the Vat
More than 69, and Flat!
Ah, but there’s a way out
Skip the bill, and that’s that.
I’m no Doctor or Lawyer
With rules of cash in the foyer
With little in the window
Its income to the Max
I’m Salaried and harried
My Income is before tax,
Oh to be in business, where Income
Is Income after tax?
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