Tax Avoidance Strategy
Tonight the tide is in full flood.
The moon provides sufficient light.
For us to unload smuggled goods.
Which must be done before daylight.
The excise men are fat too wise.
To brave the dangers of the night
To try and take us by surprise.
They much prefer the broad daylight.
We risk our life and liberty.
Just as our forbears used to do.
Braving the perils of the sea
Importing luxuries for you.
Although the government will try.
The will not stop free enterprise.
The people want what we supply.
And are prepared to close their eyes.
To pack horses moving at night.
That's how we move our contraband.
All safely stored before daylight
In hiding places well in land.
The excise men can poke and pry.
Ask questions to their hearts content.
But local customs still apply.
Nobody helps the government.
We're local men and we are free.
The Magistrates are local too.
And they enjoy their French brandy.
Free from the taxes which are due.
So raise your glass and drink a toast.
To honest Cornish sailor men.
Who land their cargoes on the coast.
Then fill your empty glass again.
And curse the men in parliament.
Who pass laws which they can't enforce.
Against our will without consent.
No free man will ever endorse.
Where there's demand there'll be supply.
That is a universal law.
With which all traders must comply.
This law will last for evermore.
It always has and always will.
A law no government can change
By passing yet another bill.
In their attempts to re arrange.
What taxes should be paid by those.
Importing goods from overseas.
They have to try I must suppose
Which does not mean that I agree.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Smugglers Pie
The body of smuggler Robert Long
Hung by the road in chains,
His flesh was mouldering from his bones
Washed clean by the Cornish rains,
The crows had taken his sorry eyes,
His wife, the gold from his teeth,
But some kind soul from near Mousehole
Had left at his feet, a wreath!
The Excise men ranged over the cliffs,
The Revenue men below,
And Customs Officers manned the cutters
That intercepted the flow,
They boarded the bold East Indiamen
Who sold their goods tax free,
And many a thief has come to grief
When the waves tipped them into the sea!
The goods that lay in the Cornish coves
Tobacco, brandy and rum,
Were smuggled up onto Bodmin Moor
And sold for a tidy sum,
The coast was riddled with tunnels, caves,
And one led into a church,
The spirits that lay in the belfry there
Were hidden away from the search!
Battling Bill at the Halfway House
Long lightened the nation's purse,
He'd run his brandy up to the Inn
Using a horse-drawn hearse,
Surprised one day by the Revenue
They shot poor Bill through the neck,
But dead, his hand whipped the horses' still
And the hearse ran away from the wreck.
The hearse, it rattled Polperro streets,
Rolled over the cobblestones,
With Bill stuck firm to the riding seat
Not ready to make old bones,
He drove the length of the shopping street
And straight down onto the quay,
Then toppled into the harbour there,
But his ghost came back from the sea!
They smuggled silk, they smuggled wine,
They smuggled bags of tea,
Whatever the King put taxes on
The Cornish smuggled for free,
A convict ship to Australia
Was the worst that most of them got,
Apart from the likes of Robert Long
As he hung in his chains, to rot!
17 July 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Accidental death story poem
Along the coast a lonely road.
That’s closely watched buy excise men.
Who know that smugglers transport their load
along this roadway now and then.
They do not know but they suspect
that it might well be pure cocaine.
In vain they try to intercept.
The smugglers know when to expect.
the excise men to lie in wait
Not only when but they know where
The local folks communicate
conspire to foil excise men.
The smugglers here traditionally
have always ignored import laws.
There is no reason they can see
why they should change their ways; Of course
they know there’s money to be made
by smuggling drugs illicitly.
Although in favour of free trade
they cannot possibly agree.
To let drug pedlars infiltrate
They guard their secrets jealously.
Much more efficient than the state
arranging accidents at sea.
Small boats go missing frequently
when carrying drugs from ship to shore.
The locals can quite easily
defend this coast for evermore.
The wont allow drug smugglers to
unload their cargoes secretly.
They know exactly what to do.
To prevent them permanently.
They aren’t constrained by silly rules
which hamper the authorities.
They execute the greedy fools
and hide the evidence at sea
To them smugglings an honest trade
evading duty is their aim.
But they have rules which are obeyed
and smuggling drugs is not their game.
Though technically they break the law
importing certain luxuries.
It seems that they protect these shores
From drug dealers efficiently.
They only have one penalty
and don’t waste time in courts of law.
They execute immediately.
The silent sea will keep the score.
Drug smugglers meet with accidents
as they approach this rocky shore,
So frequent are these incidents
they’re nor newsworthy any more.
Drug smugglers deserve to die.
Although you’re free to disagree.
I for one won’t question why
They’ re terminated quietly.
Accidents happen easily
and they might well be genuine.
Explained away quite feasibly
you have your belief: I have mine.
1-Jan-09
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Local Still
Its three oclock in the morning
And theyre sayin youve had enough
But you want another drink
Good old north or southern stuff
Youre a boy from way down south
Folks from the old north
And its friday night
Its party night for you
King george he sent the excise men
The yankee revenuers
It dont matter what they try
Theyll never stop the brewin
Because a man will take a glass
To make his spirits fly
On a friday night
Its party night for you
They bring out laws and taxes
Try to cut you down
If you cant go to the corner bar
Then youll go underground
So come on down to your local still
And buy yourself a thrill
On a friday night
Its party night for you
* whiskey the water of life
Theres more to it than the pourin
Oiled the reel on the fiddle bow
And sent the music soarin
My old man and his old man
They knew what they were doin
Lovin malt from the old land
And the corn from tennessee
If youre feelin lowdown
You dont need no pill
Come along and join the clan
Support your local still
You can win your bar-room blues
Find that hazy delight
On a friday night
Its party night for you
Repeat *
Its three oclock in the morning
And theyre sayin youve had enough
But you want another drink
Good old north or southern stuff
Youre a boy from way down south
Folks from the old north
And its friday night
Its party night for you.
(written and arranged by nazareth)
Copyright 1983 fool circle limited
All rights reserved.
song performed by by Nazareth
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The capacity of the commonwealth government created under the local constitution to exercise governmental powers in local affairs is like that of local government in the states of the union in regard to non-federal affairs at the local level.
quote by Dick Thornburgh
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And I just think that we're at a point in our economic life here in our state - and - and, candidly, across the country, where increased taxes is just the wrong way to go. The people of our state are not convinced that state government, county government, local government has done all they can with the money we already give them, rather than the money that we have before.
quote by Chris Christie
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Whether we look at capitalism, taxes, business, or government, the data show a clear and consistent pattern: 70 percent of Americans support the free enterprise system and are unsupportive of big government.
quote by Arthur C. Brooks
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You Can Still Be Free
Cool breeze and autumn leaves
Slow motion daylight
A lone pair of watchful eyes
Oversee the living
Feel the presence all around
A tortured soul
A wound unhealing
No regrets or promises
The past is gone
But you can still be free
If time will set you free
Time now to spread your wings
To take to flight
The life endeavour
Aim for the burning sun
You're trapped inside
But you can still be free
If time will set you free
But it's a long long way to go
Keep moving way up high
You see the light
It shines forever
Sail through the crimson skies
The purest light
The light that sets you free
If time will set you free
Sail through the wind and rain tonight
You're free to fly tonight
And you can still be free
If time will set you free
And going higher than the mountain tops
And go high like the wind don't stop
And go high
Free to fly tonight
Free to fly tonight
song performed by by Savage Garden from Affirmation
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Demand and Supply
Demand creates its own supply
Most of the times
If there is more demand than supply
The government should encourage
New investment
And if necessary
Encourage import of the shortage
On the other hand
If there is more supply than demand
The government should discourage
New investment
And encourage export
Of the surplus products and services
Thus
A country can balance demand and supply
For the welfare of its people
poem by Asif Andalib
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School Of Childrens Hopes
They were brought from all over the country
To a place known as “ the school of children’s hopes”
They were brought when they were abandoned
By their families, and with them they could not cope.
Children of all races and creeds, many born with deformities.
She was known as SISTER ANN
She had fought for this abandoned land.
The government said that she could have it
If she could pay the taxes on it.
So with this hope so strong in her heart
She asked all her neighbors to help her to start.
People started hearing of her plight
They all started sending money, to make things right.
People from all walks of life came to give a helping hand
Strengthening the foundation and plowing the land.
Electricians, carpenters, plumbers too
They all came because they had a job to do.
She paid off the taxes right away, and as a religious entity
Taxes she would no longer have to pay.
Within a year all had been done
She finally saw light, and the setting sun.
Children now had a place to go and live a normal life
No more abuse, no more strife, no more hunger
No more pain, SISTER ANN took away their shame.
Now all you see are children with smiles on their faces
And faith in their hearts, for now they have something
With which to start.
She instilled in them something they never had before
“ HOPE” which will be in their hearts forever more.
HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET YOURSELF FREE
poem by Louis Rams
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I believe in an America with a government of men devoted solely to the public interests — men of ability and dedication, free from conflict or corruption or other commitment — a responsible government that is efficient and economical, with a balanced budget over the years of the cycle, reducing its debt in prosperous times — a government willing to entrust the people with the facts that they have — not a businessman's government, with business in the saddle … not a labor government, not a farmer's government, not a government of one section of the country or another, but a government of, for and by the people.
quote by John F. Kennedy
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Free But In Prison
I know that we are
Lab rats... Ginny pigs
We are people who are being tested
Experimented with
For what might happen in the future
Or will happen
For they are in the past
As the full moon rises
Up into a black starry sky
The moon is as if it was the end of a funnel
Where the light shines brightly
As if we are looking into another universe
For there is their flaw
For nothing is perfect
Not even the future we live in
We think were free and we are
In our country
In our world
In our universe
We are
We are free
But as they look down
To the clear glass globe
That fits securely in their hands
They laugh
For we call it earth
But all we are lab rats
That think were free
But really are
Imprisoned
In a glass globe that we call
“The land of the free”
Ha ha how free can we really be
Yet some people still believe
That we are the only life forms
Out there
But the truth is that
We are held imprison
By someone else’s power
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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When The Daylight Comes
(ian hunter)
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, ooooo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, ooooo
Sweet woman whats your name?
You smell as fresh as the rain
Instead of leaving you came
Let me feel your hair
A light shines in your eyes
The hungry years are so nice
Shadows shake in the lamplight
No writer could explain
But when the daylight comes
But when the daylight comes
But when the daylight comes
Ill be on my way
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, ooooo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, ooooo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, ooooo, yeah!
Please share my bed and I swear
That I wont touch you nowhere
Just need your warmth and your care
Dont wanna mess around
And when the daylight comes
Yeah when the daylight comes
Oh when the daylight comes
Ill be on my way
Yeah when the daylight comes
Yeah when the daylight comes
Yeah when the daylight comes
Ill be on my way
But theres a song in the air
And it knows that youre there
cause its making me share
You with my life
I know I know I know that
I want to weave you in words
Want to paint you in verse
Want to leave you in someone elses dreams
It seems the only way, hey!
I can thank you, thank you baby
Some people say that were sinners
Some people say that were winners
We make good gossip at dinners
They try to pin us down
But when the daylight comes
Yeah when the daylight comes
Oh when the daylight comes
Ill be on my way
Yeah when the daylight comes
Yeah when the daylight comes
Oh when the daylight comes
Well be on my way
(repeat and fade)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Free Man
I sold my house, I sold my car
I took a job at millys bar
I met a man who was running from the government
Ah he wants to be a free man yeah
Ah he wants to be a free man yeah
He took me out to his campsite
I met his friends
They seemed alright
Until I noticed everybody seemed real upright
They just wanna be a free man now
They just wanna be a free man now
They just wanna be a free man now
Pardon me man
Oh but whos your mother
Oh and didnt she say
You should love one another
He showed me how to load a piece
To shoot it straight between the teeth
And the next thing I know I think Ive fallen in love
And Im living with a free man now
Now Im cooking for the free man now
He took me out in his old truck
He told me anyone who aint white sucks
Thats when I realized Id made a big mistake
Oh Im running from the free man now
Oh Im running from the free man now
Oh Im running from the free man now
Oh but pardon me man
Oh whos your mother
And didnt she teach you
She should love one another
Late one night I snuck away
To use the phone so I could say
Id appreciate a little bit of government
Cause Im married to a free man now
Oh Im married to a free man now
Yeah Im married to a free man now
Well Im married to a free man now
Yeah Im married to a free man now
Oh Im married to a free man now
I think Im running from a free man,
Running from a free man,
Running from a free man now
Oh Im running from a free man now
Oh Im running from a free man now
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Never Had A Lot To Lose
I dont need no money, honey
Fortune and fame
cause I got all the riches, baby
That one man can claim
So take off your coat and close the door
Forget about your pride
Im not afraid of falling down
Or staying up all night
Youre gonna see it my way now
Dont try to bring me down
My lifes a circus, an insane chain of circumstances
I never had a lot to lose
I never let it slow me down
I never had a lot of love now, honey
Never had a lot to lose
I cant explain the time it takes
To make you understand
I know youll get to like it
If you only get the chance
I hope I get some time tonight
To see you comin round
What can I give you in return
For one night on the town
(chorus)
But not till daylight, not till daylight, not to daylight
Daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight
I tried to tell you
Its a pain you cant hide
My lifes a circus
An isane chain of circumstances
I never had a lot of love
I never had too much money
I never let it slow me down now, honey
I never had a lot to lose
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Thrive
An end to big
agri-corporate
subsidies
rise of local
independent growers
farming crops GMO free
an end to the forced sterility
and self poising
mutation of the food supply
clean energy powering a
healthy vital economy
wind and solar in place of
nuclear and coal
zero point optimizing creation
cutting world military spending
removing the tape worms
sucking dry the guts of
government spending and private investment
fair and honest individual enterprise
no longer protecting the fortunes of the few
sacrificing the rights and well being of the many
no more manipulating mass thought
through private owned media conglomerates
the internet protected under first amendment right
nonpunishable freedom of speech available to all
the people unified
under truth which
cannot be bought
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Be Prepared (Fun Poem 93)
Be prepared; be prepared,
that statement does not apply
to anyone in the British Government.
They are never prepared
except for grabbing taxes;
they are prepared for that, yes.
To keep the country running,
they are never prepared for that.
A couple of inches of snow
and they are running around like headless chickens
wondering just what to do.
They ignore the weather warnings
and end up with egg on their faces.
It is obvious they were never in the Boy Scouts.
Now the Scouts are always prepared.
They keep a condom in their wallet
in case any frisky Girl Guide should pass their way.
Unlike the British Government
who has to apologise for their lack of for-thought,
when they knew it would snow.
3 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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Free
The say this is the land of the free and home of the brave.
I guess they meant unless you are gay.
Because if you are gay you are not free to marry;
You are not free to have or raise a baby.
You are not even free to join the boy scouts;
if you come out.
Land of the free and home of the brave;
Not if you are gay.
Freedom Restoration
Land of the free
Where they know where your car is
Land of the free
Where they know where your cell is
Land of the free
Where they know your credit score
And they know your S.A.T.
Your calls are mapped
In the land of the free
Your Googles are tapped
(Well, you google for free..)
Indentured for life
To your college degree
In debt to your home
Built on pyramid loans
Free to roam the highways
With insurance approved
Free to travel the world
If your passport is not removed
Free to cover children's eyes
Hostage to advertising
Free to roam within your mind
While your soul stays in hiding
Sweet land of liberty
Whose ideals are poetry
Mouthed with no consequence
Or accountability
Built on the emptied lands
Of vanished Indians
What bears your burdens now
Land of the free?
The broken lives of felons
The broken backs of slaves
The immigrant families, torn
The toil of the uninsured.
The fat land chews the cud of lies
While liberty faints from hunger
And freedom is a homeless child
With no security number.
And now what brand of freedom
Is in such burdens found?
Would you consider restoration
At the roots and from the ground?
poem by Frank Bana
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Land of the Free (c) 3-29-08
Land of the Free home of the brave
Land of disease home of the slave
Freedom of religion Freedom of speech
Freedom of press and freedom to breach
Freedom to steal freedom to take
Freedom to carry guns and Freedom to break
The laws of the man and the laws of the word
Freedom from peace but to still use the bird
The only home of brave and Land of the Free
The land who rules based off democracy
Freedom to starve and Freedom to be poor
Freedom to break and enter someone’s door
Freedom to lay off workers and close off jobs
Freedom to take what they want and to rob
Freedom of abortion Freedom of extortion
Freedom to own land and give everyone their portion
Freedom for action by any means necessary
But what their picture of that can really be scary
Freedom to wage war without our consent for our hours to be spent
Freedom to take our money then make us pay rent
Land of the prospering riches and of those who don’t care for the
People who live in the FREE old America
Copyright 3-29-08 ©® Corey Threet
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poem by Corey Threet
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Free At Last
Now I am trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give you insight might just change your life
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free from fooling round wasting time,
Floating in this abyss of your dreadful love
Free is a feeling so high in the sky
Higher higher higher
Free from the quarrels unsatisfaction
Free from the false dream that you planted
In me with your submissive love
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Now I am open like the sky
For the sun to shine and colors true
To find me blue
Oh what a joy to be free
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free of cheating your poor heart at my own damn expense
The cost was heavy and it rent as a thunder cloud
A hurricane sure racked in my heart
Now the rain is gone and I am gone
Yes, I am moving on
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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