Penniless & Proud: An Ode to the Taxman"

 

"Penniless & Proud: An Ode to the Taxman"

Oh, Canada, my home so free,
Where dreams are taxed relentlessly.
A land of maple, kind and grand—
Unless you're broke, then take a stand.

Behold my pension, a royal sum,
A fortune vast—two hundred some!
Enough for feasts, for lavish days—
Or half a bill at Safeway’s.

But wait! A gift! A grand surprise!
The taxman comes with hungry eyes.
My AWB? My saving grace?
"Oh no, dear serf, that’s not your place."

CERB, they claim, I dared misuse,
For jobs that simply didn't choose
To hire the old, the worn, the spent—
Instead, fresh youth on visas sent.

Fifty thousand, bright and keen,
Stacking shelves where I have been.
Master’s here, a part-time there—
While I apply to jobs of air.

Excuse me, sir, I need some bread—
"Oh no, we clawback what you were fed!"
A nanny once, but not today,
Too old for work, too poor to stay.

So tax me, squeeze me, take my due,
For golden pensions—just not you.
The ones who rule, the ones who feast,
While I scrape crumbs—my grandest feast.

Oh, Canada, my land so true,
Where life’s a joke—at my cost too.