Nda


Keep the money,
if you keep your mouth shut
Feel free to speak openly on all things,
as long as the sealed information stays put
Let your bank account numbers go up,
as certain liberty restrictions get placed on lockdown
You willingly signed on the dotted line,
when the adversarial lawyer said it was settlement time
NDA in effect, baby ...
Non-disclosure agreement
Whatever the defendant did to you,
	you can’t talk about it no more
Whatever axe you gotta grind still — 
just best bury it,
	and start honoring the deal
NDA starts today, baby ...
Non-disclosure agreement
Whatever the media asks,
you no longer can say
Legal language got you in a moral bind:
you sold your personal grievance
	for a boatload of shiny dimes
Best-seller book expose
	and silver screen movie
		           	ain’t happening
But no longer do you have to be cross-examined,
                                     getting grilled
This unanchored you 
from having to pay a lot of legal bills
NDA is pure secrecy, baby ...
Non-disclosure agreement
Make the predator serve the prey
It’s the legal way
for perps not to have to pay 
			                    for their crime
At least ... not by ... receiving any jail time
They would gladly pay money
to make those sordid details all go away
Now that you’ve signed on the dotted line,
you’re free to talk about this to yourself
Just remember: don’t disclose this to anybody else
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Williams Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 9:59 AM
I'm very familiar with these NDA's in business Freddie, but you are talking about another type of NDA. Don't worry I won't tell even though I haven't signed. Nicely put Freddie...Maria
Rodrigues Avatar
June 27, 2017 at 11:56 AM
For sure! I also hate when a criminal's family is advised to stay away from victim's family. Sometimes they desperately want to say I'm sorry. They are hurting too...
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June 27, 2017 at 10:13 AM
I can't tell anyone????? This was cool Freddie. A definite hard hitting, slap on the back of the head, kind of poem. Nicely crafted my friend...but don't tell anyone. : )
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