Hey, did you see my Uncle Sam?
He's holding out his empty hand
demanding that for which I've worked
to pay for what he needs.
Like those who beg with cardboard signs,
my Uncle claims he's in a bind.
And what is bad, I can't say no.
He's good at guilting me.
I hate this taxing time of year
when Sam makes his intentions clear.
He wants a handout from us all
and doesn't bat an eye.
You'd think by now he'd find a way
to change his tune and start to pay
for what it takes for him to live
from his own cash reserves.