Modern anatomy has made a discovery worthy of belief:
The average Italian has a taxable thumb.
Ivan Pozzoni, a renowned poet and writer from Italy, shares his poetry
Ivan Pozzoni was born in Monza city of Italy in 1976. He introduced Law and Literature in Italy and the publication of essays on Italian philosophers and on the ethics and juridical theory of the ancient world. He collaborated with several Italian and international magazines. Between 2007 and 2018, different versions of the books were published. He was the founder and director of some literary magazines. He is included in the Atlas of contemporary Italian poets of the University of Bologne and figures in the great international literature review of Gradiva. His verses are translated into French, English and Spanish. In 2024.
THE TAXABLE THUMB
Taxonomy characterizes homo-sapiens by the shape of the hand,
It does not distinguish the hominid of the Bible, the hominid of the Gospel, the hominid of the Koran;
Modern anatomy has made a discovery worthy of belief:
The average Italian has a taxable thumb.
The exorbitant increase in rates does not mean the disappearance of taxes,
No animal sexologist has ever managed to break the deadlock,
If rates are lowered or increased, taxes will increase,
They will be nymphomaniac rates, far from a desire to lower them.
Italy is a republic founded on taxes, from north to south,
For many who would like to put things right, it would take a government Robin Hood,
The average Italian is in ADE every day to measure the tax burden,
When the figure reaches 50%, we’ll call in the pathologist to certify the cerebral embolism.
Itaglia, the land of inventors, imposes a tax on the shade of shop awnings,
The maximum of the tax wedge (taking the ass) is the municipal tax on nuclear power plants,,
That, in your bill, you find an EF-EN tax on the efficiency (?) of electricity,
How the fuck do they manage to convince you of the inconsistency is funny.
There’s the TV tax, there’s the tax on tax, unconstitutional discontent,
And we discover that our rubbish, subject to VAT, has added value,
The death tax, aimed at the death certificate,
Guys, tell me, if there had been in the times of Yeshua, Lazarus, how they would have put it.
The death tax, Holy Madonna to the Crown, to die gives the green light,
Fuck, the dead must resurrect and pay 35 € queuing at the Post Office,
The tax on inventions does not apply to the invention of new taxes,
And they accuse you of defamation if you claim to be governed by a bunch of cuckolds.
The tax on spirits, in the alcoholic sense, the tax on aircraft noise,
Aircraft noise? We’re thinking of the tax on the mess of an Inti-Illimani concert,
There’s a tax on staircases, council tax on dogs, tax on telephone boxes.
Fuck off, maybe we were better off with the Bourbon tax extravaganzas.
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