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With baggage behind and baseless excuses why they were not the one
It was my first trial as lead council but I knew the case seemed proverbially dim
And if you asked me they had every piece of evidence plus the god-damned smoking gun

Then my client leaned over and said “I have something I must tell you”
It was then I arose with a crackling voice and begged the court for a very quick recess
So this dude in handcuffs and shackles asks us what we intend to do
And I fired back with a quickened “ yeah, God damn it, f*****g confess”

Then surprisingly his words sliced the air and he said, “I raped and killed that girl of ten,
But don’t go throwing away your pens, plushy chairs and every single file”
And then he made me want to puke when he described the where, how, why and when
And yelled “yeah councilor, but it’s your job to see I get a perfectly fair trial”

And the worst thing that was wrong was he was absolutely right
But I stood up and told the judge that I must recluse myself from this case
I knew the truth but there was a chance I could win this fight
And then I’d have to meet immortal morals face to face

That was it for the first day of trial
And things seemed to happen very slow
The D.A. delivered his opening statement with style
And I announced “he’s a killer don’t let him go!

The judge through me out after revoking my license to practice law
Another defense got the killer to walk and three months later he killed another child
Well vices, vindictiveness, veracity and flaws I have by the score
But I wasn’t going to be complicate in looking at that pervert looking at an innocent he could kill 
and defile
                   Phreepoetree

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