Lawyer's Inferno

Without morale The words of the monster are as shaky Unstable, like the north winds The demons and imagined stories they tell Haunt and reek Through their pores and tacky suits Like a hooker, They are paid to please, persuade Wine and dining with other dirty animals While they are busy swallowing the last of their morale They line their wallets With the latest lie, the latest crime Worse than the act itself They are the legal accomplinces Of rapists murders con artists While their souls melt away in their dirty coffins Up in the high rises in the shiny offices in downtown The pit of hell grows deeper Even the devil himself With his pitchfork of painful pleasure Wouldn't want to dirty the prongs Like a rotting piece of dog poop On the street corner They absorb the filth around them Unlike the supple soil of a garden A colorful, flourishing nursery Growing life, bringing joy and beauty, to the senses These eyesores, like dog vomit, sit in the courts Little annoying flies- the followers, magnets of illusions- circle around these pieces of poop As their stench grows and reeks of havoc and lies They wear Bullsheit as their cheap body spray, A pathetic excuse A waste of breath Not even worthy as the shadow of Satan's tail In the inferno of the lawless There are no shadows Like their absent hearts The material of their soul Is woven with pure darkness viva la Shakespeare