Tweaking Taxes

Good Evening I’m your Chancellor
Let me take your wallet
Don’t mind if I rifle through
You see it’s what I have to do
I lean upon the ordinary folk
Pinch them, squeeze them till they’re broke
A quick nip here, a quick tuck there
Comb out your takings like fine, rich hair
Though only coppers to me
- that I know –
Still 
Clink …
Into the Treasury box they go!
Your life seems so far away
From those of us who calmly sway
Into havens of retreat where we can 
Tweak our Taxes
Ah! Tweaking! What a joy! What a boon!
These wondrous places
Vast, hidden oases
For thirsty slaves of gold
A loop, a twist, a little hole
A brick removed from solid wall
In which is placed from all reach
That which might've shored up a breach
Betwixt, between widening gap
Of those who have and can and will
And all that out there other chaff
Those who weary trudge
Life’s not fair – this is true
So what do I suggest you do?
Study economics say?
And then get rich the Richie way!