AARON WHO PAYS THE TAX

There are many the weak man, many of the poor skin who do not pay the tax, but they care not why the tax is on the back, which is too make it stronger.

Aaron, who pays the tax to the USA smiles when he does so. He sees his money working to help the poor man with small penis, and the woman who took too many hits from her husband's heavy chain.

Today is the 16 year of the refund for Aaron. It is the day Aaron puts on his pants, always too small, and tells the boss he must be sick for an hour to get his tax return. It is the day the tall, strong, and big penised Aaron walks like John Travolta down the street, but not the gay John Travolta but the one from the movie who likes to dance, but not the Urban Cowboy, as he too is gay. Aaron can here the music in his ears, but not for anyone else. He holds his tax papers like the can of paint, and turns to look at the many beautiful woman of Chicago who long for the strong man and his seed.

When he leaves the place of tax, he goes to the bank and deposits his check to know that he, for that small second, is equal to the big penis man who buys the prime beef that Aaron load from his hairy back to the truck. I walk out smiling, saying hello with a wave to Nate, whose breath is strong, like that of rotting teeth, but not as strong as his heart.
Today is a great day as I feed the many starving children of the street, and still get to enjoy extra cucumber sauce with my gyros at lunch. Tonight, for my wife, besides the big penis of her love, a special bottle of Loves Baby Soft, to cover the smell of the bottle washing factory for which she works.
Today is a great day, as I am American!!!!!