"Past Life Recession"

First i was a poet  
i died a tragic death  
18th century swagger  
poetic to my last breath  
i lived alone  
in a shack with no roof  
no warmth or love  
with only paper and a quill.  
words were my first love  
and also my last  
in service of the king  
i also pulled a cart  
dysentery killed me  
as did a lonely heart  
...and still the bastards taxed me.  
 
my 2nd incarnation
i was a pilot  
world war 2 ace  
i flew spitfires, and bi-planes.  
the enemy would hide in fear  
when they saw my face.  
a family man  
a good man  
shot down in flames  
i died a hero's death  
i died for my family and country  
...and still the bastards taxed me.  
 
3rd time lucky,  
I'm me once again  
i write dodgy poetry  
i watch dodgy movies  
listen to dodgy music  
I read a lot  
i work with changing behavior  
the abandoned  
i keep out of history's way  
i try and live a good life  
....and still the bastards tax me.  
 
4th go at the wheel  
i invented time travel  
received the Nobel peace prize  
(I gave it back)  
ushered in a new era for civilization  
saved the earth from itself  
and died peacefully in my sleep  
age 112 next to three scantly clad women  
a bottle of whiskey,  
and a box of chocolate pretzels  
and what did the bastards do?  
yeah you guessed it  
they fucking taxed me.  
 
Live or die  
through countless reincarnations  
the taxman remains eternal  
pinching the penny's  
the circle of greed remains open.  
in death you will never find peace  
in death you will still feel the squeeze.  
cheers Mr Cameron.