The Tattered Robe by Ollie Owl

Upon the day of his coronation,
The King went to his treasury room;
He opened the locked box of treasures,
And came away filled with gloom;

He wanted a brand new castle,
But there was nothing he could do;
For when he opened the box,
He found stacks of I.O.U.s;

His Executor of the Treasury said,
Worry not you're troubled heart;
For the fools and their money,
Soon shall be rendered apart;

In this land of three classes,
Of one we shall ignore;
They have nothing to tax,
We will forget about the poor;

A tax decree went forward,
To the wealthy it was faxed;
But there were so many loopholes,
That they could not be taxed;

Another tax decree went forward,
To those in the middle sway;
Alas there was no middle class,
They had been taxed away;

The Executor of the Treasury said,
Worry not we will give it another slash;
With just one little computer stroke,
They invented more spending cash;

So, worry not about today,
Or even if tomorrow dawns;
For when it comes retribution day,
We both will be gone;