Budget comes and budget goes
My shrinking purse every year grows
Tax, tax you find on every ware any where it shows
It is a farce we just face every year without saying it throws

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Savings, savings from where do they come?
I spend more on tax paid yearly in lumpsum
Than on the groceries in whole year we eat
It is a Herculean task to make both ends meet

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My darling wife do we need onions
After going through the pious budget you throw your opinions
Gas, jewellery, bath soaps, laundry liquids
All escalate to high skies keeping us in fearful tears on all tabloids

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The paper we waited for to see before the rush
Is now happily laughing at us directly from the trash
Every FM makes every ear an eye wash
To cater to the desires and needs of very few posh posh

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The season-less year you may see at some point
But tax-less budget you cannot experience at any point
The Govt. always loves the whipping winds
As long as the non tax community [in days of votes] if the democracy finds