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AIR TAX

Hey, relax – it’s just an air tax.

We propose to tithe the every breath

in make-believe only. Only,

let’s not pretend the end is not nigh,

when it might prove necessary

for the levy to go live. Then surely

mandatory will it get for those turning blue

to get (ushed down the economic loo. But,

don’t forget, when in tra*c striving to relax,

although it’s just an air tax, you

might wanna breathe none too easy.

Remember what the stripper said:

That’s extra, you wanna air

on my G-string blow.

Or hop down to any pop outlet –

if music ain’t free,

why should air be?

Willie Smith

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