Imposed Rule Supreme (I.R.S.)
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Loyal workers of I.R.S.
Ignore the current scandal crap.
Lefties and righties like to mess
With us at times, all lips aflap.
That's just to give the common folk
An occasional song and dance
About the I.R.S. The joke
Of pulling down Uncle Sam's pants.
The Prez, no matter party type,
Uses us as a means to an end.
Sometimes when caught there must be hype.
I.R.S. has no foe, no friend.
In the meantime, roll with the flow.
We rule forever - doncha know!
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