A poem about losing my job at the IRS.

I didn’t lose my job

because I know where it is.

I didn’t follow some rules

and they gave me the biz.

I didn’t call

and say that I wouldn’t be in.

That is a “no-no.”

In fact, it’s a sin.

I was a supervisor

in a stressful job.

Now I’m a penniless miser

growing a beard and looking like a slob.

I’m just being silly.

I didn’t lose my job

because I know where it is, really!

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