Solidaritet

Beskatta hans mark, beskatta hans hus, beskatta både brädor och grus.
Beskatta hans traktor, beskatta hans häst, lär honom att skatt är bäst.
Beskatta hans jobb, beskatta hans lön, han jobbar ändå på under stånk och stön!
Beskatta hans ko, beskatta hans gröda, beskatta hans vatten, beskatta hans föda.
Beskatta hans slipsar, beskatta hans hatt, beskatta något mer bara därför att.
Beskatta hans tobak, beskatta hans sprit, beskatta hans nöjen, beskatta hans skit.
Beskatta hans bil, beskatta hans vin, beskatta hans cykel, beskatta hans bensin.
Beskatta allt han äger och svara hans ilska med att allt blir lättare utan hans trilska
När han skriker och klagar; beskatta honom mer, beskatta honom så han bönar och ber
Bry dig ej om hans vädjande skri, det kostar faktiskt att vara fri!
Beskatta hans kista, beskatta hans gravsten, beskatta jorden som håller hans ben
Sätt dessa ord på hans grav: Krossad av skatter, dog som slav.
När han är borta, tacka för solidariteten och lyft på hatten. Sörj han slapp undan arvsskatten.

Den här dikten har jag anpassat till svenskan från det engelska originalet med okänd författare. Här är originalet (som jag gillar ännu mer):

Tax his land, tax his bed, tax the table at which he’s fed.
Tax his tractor, tax his mule, teach him taxes are the rule.
Tax his work, tax his pay, he works for peanuts anyway!
Tax his cow, tax his goat, tax his pants, tax his coat.
Tax his ties, tax his shirt, tax his work, tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco, tax his drink, tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his cigars, tax his beers, if he cries tax his tears.
Tax his car, tax his gas, find other ways to tax his ass.
Tax all he has then let him know, that you won’t be done till he has no dough.
When he screams and hollers; then tax him some more, tax him till he’s good and sore.
Then tax his coffin, tax his grave, tax the sod in which he’s laid.
Put these words upon his tomb, taxes drove me to my doom.
When he’s gone, do not relax, its time to apply the inheritance tax.