Halloween Death Tax Poem

Heh.

Each Halloween in a secret basement somewhere in the bowels of the IRS Cincinnati branch office, three black-robed IRS agents gather in a ceremony to renew the Death Tax for one more year…
IRS Agent 1: All Hallows Eve approaches. Let the ceremony begin!
All Chant:
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
IRS Agent 2:
Tax the dead and pick their bones;
Take their business, hear their groans.
Hair of Dean and hoof of ass;
To a liberal blog fly true and fast.
All Chant:
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
IRS Agent 2:
Hear their children scream and shake?
Their families’ savings we will take.
Tears of a crocodile named Max Baucus;
Say this to your state and that to your caucus.
All Chant:
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
IRS Agent 1:
Eye of intern, starry and innocent;
Ear of staff assistant, blistered by constituent.
The House’s aim tie into a knot;
Break our filibuster they can not.
Tongue of Wyden flopping and flippin’;
To finance your future, change your position.
Green eyeshade of Voinovich and Snowe;
A monkey wrench in your party throw.
Leader Reid, ignore Daschle’s scalp;
To keep your Title you need liberals’ help.
Darkest Powers of DC;
Accept our sacrifice, hear our plea.
Chill business owners to their core;
Keep the Death Tax alive forevermore!