"Solomon said, stay with me apples, for I am sick with l’amour,
But I say, Comfort me with flagons, for I am sick with rich people
talking and acting poor..."
Thus opens This One Is On Me, Ogden Nash's proposal for leveling the economic playing field for the not-so-rich. Nash proposes that the affluent host parties for those who work and pay taxes but have been unable to accumulate wealth. This is only fair considering that the rich “haven’t paid income tax since 1929.”
If you waited until yesterday's deadline to file your taxes, perhaps you did so because you owed money. You may take solace in the full poem from the New Yorker:
But I say, Comfort me with flagons, for I am sick with rich people
talking and acting poor..."
Thus opens This One Is On Me, Ogden Nash's proposal for leveling the economic playing field for the not-so-rich. Nash proposes that the affluent host parties for those who work and pay taxes but have been unable to accumulate wealth. This is only fair considering that the rich “haven’t paid income tax since 1929.”
If you waited until yesterday's deadline to file your taxes, perhaps you did so because you owed money. You may take solace in the full poem from the New Yorker:
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment