The conference of Federal and State Ministers and Taxation Commissioners has agreed that taxation forms will be much simpler next year, and uniform measures are now being drafted by the Commissioners. This should make collection easier though it will not reduce any tax.
Oh, ye who sit in seats where once the mighty Ruled us on economic lines, now past belief, And we, poor mutts, let fancy -- father flighty -- Toy, even then, with dreams of tax relief; Hark back, hark back to those dear days of gladness When, tho' we grumbled as we had to pay, We grumbled less in anger than in sadness That even this small sum should pass away. Oh, ye, all heedless of swift Time's effluxion, Financial year upon financial year -- Whose watchword in the forum was, "Reduction!" While watchdogs whispered, "Nay, increase is here!" (If dogs do whisper). Hear our humble prayer, Who, from Depression's dark abyss, now ask A little pity for the poor taxpayer The while you ease the gatherer's brutal task. Oh, ye who (quoting Omar) did with pitfall Beset the painful path we wander in And, thro' evasion or great lack of wit, fall Into some new and unexpected sin: If you must muck about with filthy taxes And babble of simplicity, we pray Remember, while our baneful burden waxes, It grows no simpler for the dubs to pay. Oh, ye -- (I'm getting sick of thus addressing Mere servants who against my household plot -- Who, when I hired them, promised many a blessing Which, when they got the job, were straight forgot). And so: Here, you! Attend to what I'm saying! If now with uniformity you'd bless The household of your master, who is paying, I'd have all imposts uniformly less.
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