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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