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Victor Billot

An Ode for .. Nicola Willis

'The Divine Diviner of Revenue Streams Nicola Willis'. Photo: Getty Images

Bard Billot on the tax whisperer Willis  

Tumbleweed Tax

The Divine Diviner of Revenue Streams Nicola Willis

Wanders across the fiscal dustbowl of Los Zealandos.

The sun beats down harshly.

A solitary tumbleweed rolls listlessly past in the heat.

“I have a hunch there is potential for a tax reset

In these mean old badlands,” she mutters to herself.

She brings out her dowsing rods

To locate any nearby underground aquifers of liquidity

But they swing wildly in meaningless circles.

“Hmmm,” says Nicola. “It’s a regular drought in these parts.”

She strides into the Lonely Tumbleweed Salon.

“Is there any untaxed black market illegal gambling

being carried out on these premises?” demands Nicola.

“No Ma’am!” assures the shady barkeep,

“All these gennelmen just playing for matches.”

A surly cowhand raises a glass at Nicola with a smirk.

Undeterred, The Divine Diviner glares back then stomps out

And starts digging into the rock for a deep well.

A hundred yards distant lies a giant palmy oasis

Complete with glittering fountains of fresh cool water.

“Why don’t you just try over there at Wealth Tax Springs?,”

Asks a watching buzzard high up in a giant cactus.

“Just a mirage, there is nothing there,” trills Nicola with a fixed smile,

As her shovel gets further bent out of shape by the unforgiving rocks.

“This is hopeless,” she says to the patient buzzard.

“I can’t fix the budget with a few dry old tumbleweeds!”

Just then, over the dunes, staggers a weary old timer

With a thousand yard stare, bent over in the gritty wind.

He looks familiar but his threadbare suit is covered in dust.

“Turn out your pockets, pardner!” demands Nicola.

“You look like you might fill the fiscal gap.”

The old timer silently turns out his pockets

Which are completely empty apart from a creased business card.

Nicola leans down and picks it up off the desert sand.

It reads:

Grant Robertson, Minister of Tumbleweeds. Victor Billot has previously felt moved to write Odes for such luminaries as David Seymour, Chris Hipkins, Christopher Luxon, Tory Whanau, and Wayne Brown.

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