Ant Smith

All poems

Naked tax

Tax me walking till I stand still
Tax me standing till I fall ill
Tax me laying in my bedroom
Tax me naked then tax me blue

They've
Taxed my naked body
The wearing of my skin
They've taxed my extra nipple
And even my foreskin
They've taxed my lovely cock
By each engorgeous inch
And then they went and taxed
My foolish inane grin

They've taxed my hide
They've taxed my pride
They've even taxed my bare backside
They've taxed the pennies on my eyes

Tax me walking till I stand still
Tax me standing till I fall ill
Tax me laying in my bedroom
Tax me naked then tax me blue

I didn't want to be laid bare
To owe the man this naked share
I wasn't born that way, that's a fact
But they taxed the shirt from off my back

And I'll be in trouble
When they tax my laugh
The bleeding bastard taxing twats

Tax me naked
Tax my hide
But I'll still have my darker side
For you might tax bodies
But you can't tax minds