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
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