The Writers' Circle

The Busker And The Taxman

Down on Grafton Street Johnny was playing the Blues
Songs he'd written in anger about the Government's constant bad news
Most of the passers-by threw money into his guitar case
And then he finished for the day to catch the Luas back to his place
But along came the grey-haired man from the Revenue
"Hold on there," he called. "We want that money from you"
"But," Johnny stammered. "I need it to pay for my next meal"
"Well, tough shit for you! Get a  job we can see is real"

It's so damn hard when you're a poor artiste trying to get to the top,
But all this red tape, bureaucracy and oppression just doesn't stop...

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