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Click hereUpon reflection
Of my past profession
It’s tempting to wish
I’d been as quick witted
And glib
While a lawyer
As I find myself now
As a scrib
I might have won
My fortune
And fulfilled my
Finest fantasy
To retire to a
Beach house with a
Book and a cat
And on the way
lead legal
Eagles through alliterated
Litigation with a litany
Of misconstructions and half-lies
Would my clients
have been better served
if my tongue more
slickly curved
around vagaries
of my integrity
Would blind justice have
Run madly through
The courthouse
Granting motions which
my lips construed
complacently, inexorably
and half-cocked
Off on a whim
for the sake of the win
I would flap my lips
And jut my chin
Heedlessly, unthinkingly
Taking not the time to see
The hazards my
Spurious espousals
Might have wrought
The courtrooms which I graced
May have been a kinder place
To my clients and my ego
For heavens sake
But really, who is served
When slick and superficial words
Grease the path to fine
Judicial rulings off the cuff
Who looks through the
Smoke and mirrors
To the quintessence of the stuff
That’s slathered
throughout the courthouse walls
like slime
No
The court’s become a spot
Where integrity’s forgotten
Vocal artistry and trickery
And tactical maneuvering
Are armor for the cunning
Open honest pleas for justice
Are despised
Veracity is for sale
The slickest speaker
Is the highest bidder
In the end
all that matters is the
Spin
and the winner
The point of the
Matter is lost in the clatter
Finally the lawyers
Laugh like coxswains
While crafting fisherman’s yarns
figuring fees
By counting out minutes
Dollar by dollar
And inflating the hourly rate
How much was that loser’s
Pound of flesh worth?
I’d ask at the end of the day
As I toss back a shooter
At the local bar
Billing all the while
How much for this smooth utterance
That deception
and re-creation of facts
my client asks
I give him double talk to
Justify
a whopping bill
Three stories high
In retrospect I thank the stars
I did not unearth
While prowling bars
and courtrooms
my stellar stylus
and
my rapier wit
For words are magic
If at the end of the day
I can honestly say
I did no harm
Then I am better off than
Oh so many who
With words would sway
KMC 6/03
Now I know why Shakespeare said what he said about Lawyers...haha.
Sounds like a lawyer
Loving to hear himself speak
Of a fatal inbuilt flaw ~
A conscience.