The Lake Isle of Taxationfree
(With my sincere apologies to WB Yeats)

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I will offshore and lease now, and go taxation free,
With a small fortune stashed there, my goods and chattels saved:
Nine bean-counters I have here, a spur for the money-tree;
And live a king in my tax-free glade.

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And I hope for some peace here, but Brexit comes lumbering slow,
Lumbering slower than EU Tax Avoiding Directive, that’s the fatal sting;
My midnight witching hour approaches, from Europe we must go,
No future with the Directive thing!

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I will surmise and assume now, my evidence locked away,
I pray for exit clock striking with a no deal at the door.
Pray I need not justify my selfish actions, or my payments grey,
I fear it in my weak heart’s core.

©Keith Murphy