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Hearing from IRS is rarely delightful. A letter from IRS causes psychological trauma. An IRS Revenue Agent once told me, only half-jokingly, that she becomes apprehensive every time she receives her payroll check in an IRS envelop. With refunds now largely remitted digitally, correspondence form IRS will almost certainly carry some unpleasantness to your doorstep. Thus, the lament in this post.

(To tune of “Night and Day” by Cole Porter)

Letters I fear
On an envelope I know that only bad news will bear
Ones I read, “I’m Really Scared”
Knowing there is income I’ve not declared
You bring me stress

Leave me alone
All the money I’d invested in that shelter is blown
Now if more tax you assess
You will leave me in a state of undress
Finis’ Noblesse

Why is it so to speak?
That a child you’re waylaying,
Who’s been playing, Hide and Seek

If I go to jail, no foul,
At least I’ll get three meals and a towel
For that God bless

Lyric © 2011, 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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