This was printed in the San Francisco Examiner, April 16, 1989. The poet is anonymous because, to quote the IRS spokesman, "anything that's sent to the IRS is classified as confidential". -Karen I think that I shall never see a tax form plain e-nough for me. A form that I can understand without a lawyer near at hand to guide this poor benighted me so I won't owe a pen-al-ty. A form that I will not detest or take as more than awful jest. A form with pages I can read and fill out ea-si-ly with speed. Such forms weren't made for fools like me Nor even God, who made a tree.
(From the "Rest" of RHF)