Everything You Take From Me

A tired middle-aged man went to the tax office and said,
“I check my stock prices on my iPhone 17 Pro Max. Can I deduct it from my stock profits?”
The officer said no.
The tired man said fiercely,
“You take everything from me when I win, and you give me nothing when I lose. If I lose, I even have to sleep outside.”
The officer replied,
“All right. Then come back when you decide which street you’ll stay on. I’ll tax the pavement you use to sleep.”