God Sent Tax

The Ruler was on TV, again. Long and transparent, and there wasn't any space for a brain.

"God Sent Tax will be implemented tomorrow," he said solemnly. "As this is decided by God, we are convinced that it will be beneficial to us all, even though we had not conducted any research. There will be six per cent tax on everything. Well, almost everything. Some are exempted from tax and we hope to come up with a list once we have made up my mind."

*

When Jake stood up from toilet the next day, he was pleased to discover that there was less faeces in the bowl. His faeces was taxed!

He hummed happily to the dining room. He noticed that his voice was not as loud as usual. It was frustrating to think that even voices were taxed but he cheered up immediately when he realized that there was value in his frog-like voice.

Jake continued to feel good throughout the day. The train was less crowded. The air was less polluted. Construction sites made less noise. His clients were less annoying and his boss was not as angry as usual.

God Sent Tax turned out to be better than he had anticipated.

*

Jake went to his girlfriend's apartment after work. It was their weekly union of body, mind and soul and Jake was really looking forward to it.

With his girlfriend, Jake felt as if he was aligning perfectly with the universe. Stars were exploding in his head and he was zooming around on comets. He was ready to ride to the end of the world with his girlfriend when she pushed him away to sleep.

Curse this God Sent Tax! What kind of idiot would decide to tax sex drive?