The Lawyer
Are Lawyers needed? I put to you
to begin our little tale.
Besides the time you smoked that pot
and ended up in jail.
Was justice blind? The scales clogged
yearning to be free.
He saved your butt when danger called
for a modest fee.
They've gone to school and put in their time,
no Medicine or Arts.
To take the Law so the dark side calls
and they put away their hearts.
They get a job and begin their practice,
start working for a firm.
With no beaming parents or loving spouse,
they're a waste of decent sperm.
Your sidewalk's old and the cracks now show,
someone takes a fall.
They're gonna' sue and you're gonna' lose,
a Lawyer you must call.
You take the time as the clock unwinds,
you offer him your case.
No problem there he will take the job,
just mortgage up your place.
He starts to work, takes down the facts
and tells you not to fear.
He'll do his best and conquer all.
You know your check has cleared.
The time arrives and to court you go,
the victim's in a cast.
Your Lawyer smiles, 'Don't feel too bad,
the fella' has a past.'
He tells the judge the guy's not hurt,
he simply has the gall.
To come to court a hundred times
for minor slips and falls.
The Judge agrees and the case is won,
you're happy with his skill.
You're thankful now and free to rest
until you get his bill.
They play the villain and accept our scorn,
this seems to be their fate.
But people flock as they come in droves
with charges to negate.
I ask again are Lawyers needed?
To those of you who care.
When you're alone in Court and try your best,
you haven't got a prayer.
So give them credit as their time has value,
just hang on to your purse.
There is no deed or human plan...
a Lawyer can't make worse.
The End
Copyright © David Mchattie | Year Posted 2019
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