Sherry Peel Jackson was sent home earlier this month! 4 months earlier than scheduled! The bad news is that she is confined to her house until her sentence is up in August and then she has 1 year of probation. You can write to her at:
Sherry Peel Jackson
at 1560 Filedgreen Overlook
Stone Mountain, Georgia 30088
Monday, April 18, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
The Night Before Tax Day
'Twas the night before Tax Day
And all through the keep,
Nobody was stressed,
We were all fast asleep.
Our zero returns had been filed with care;
Hoping our refund checks soon would be there.
The children were asleep, snug in there beds,
While symbols of liberty danced in their heads.
All of a sudden, I heard glass shatter.
I went downstairs to see what was the matter.
I walked 'round the corner and much to my surprise,
Looking back at me was an IRS boogeyman with guilty, bloodshot eyes.
He was unkempt and his language was foul,
He smelled like he fell out of the low end of an owl.
"You didn't pay your fair share." he huffed and he snorted,
"I wasn't liable!" I accurately retorted.
"You rely on ignorance, intimidation, and fear,
I know the truth, you have no power here!
You lie, you steal, and you use fake names.
Who are you today Julie or James?
The courts go along with your crimes and misdeeds,
So that you won't harass them; their bad decisions multiply like weeds."
As he crept closer with an empty stare,
I thought about the law, about which he did not care.
In one fluid motion, I took out the code,
He now wanted out of my humble abode.
He panicked and shrieked like a girl,
Right then and there I nicknamed him Pearl.
"Show me the law!" I said, "Now's your chance!"
He sputtered and stammered, I think he peed in his pants.
Back out the window he went, his tail between his legs,
He was afraid of the law and its voluminous regs.
He scrambled to his getaway car which he had illegally seized,
He called out to his cohorts as he coughed and he wheezed,
On Leavitt! On Pro! On Dawson! On George!
We'll score a conviction with documents we will forge!
Into the darkness he did disappear.
In the future he'll think twice before coming back here.
With victory in hand, I felt much taller.
I then let out the following holler.
A stress free tax day to all.
And to all an income tax free life!
And all through the keep,
Nobody was stressed,
We were all fast asleep.
Our zero returns had been filed with care;
Hoping our refund checks soon would be there.
The children were asleep, snug in there beds,
While symbols of liberty danced in their heads.
All of a sudden, I heard glass shatter.
I went downstairs to see what was the matter.
I walked 'round the corner and much to my surprise,
Looking back at me was an IRS boogeyman with guilty, bloodshot eyes.
He was unkempt and his language was foul,
He smelled like he fell out of the low end of an owl.
"You didn't pay your fair share." he huffed and he snorted,
"I wasn't liable!" I accurately retorted.
"You rely on ignorance, intimidation, and fear,
I know the truth, you have no power here!
You lie, you steal, and you use fake names.
Who are you today Julie or James?
The courts go along with your crimes and misdeeds,
So that you won't harass them; their bad decisions multiply like weeds."
As he crept closer with an empty stare,
I thought about the law, about which he did not care.
In one fluid motion, I took out the code,
He now wanted out of my humble abode.
He panicked and shrieked like a girl,
Right then and there I nicknamed him Pearl.
"Show me the law!" I said, "Now's your chance!"
He sputtered and stammered, I think he peed in his pants.
Back out the window he went, his tail between his legs,
He was afraid of the law and its voluminous regs.
He scrambled to his getaway car which he had illegally seized,
He called out to his cohorts as he coughed and he wheezed,
On Leavitt! On Pro! On Dawson! On George!
We'll score a conviction with documents we will forge!
Into the darkness he did disappear.
In the future he'll think twice before coming back here.
With victory in hand, I felt much taller.
I then let out the following holler.
A stress free tax day to all.
And to all an income tax free life!
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