Best Lawyers Poems
Sharp Suited Sharks
Feeding
Fervently Feasting, Foul Fiends
Covetous Cuthroats, Cultured Convicts Convincing
Innocents Inked In Immensely Incurred Interests,
Indebted
Enslaved, Effaced Emotions, Exasperated
People glower; horns get louder -
I wonder why a drive so dour
was ever termed rush hour.
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Dollars followed by point 99
Are dollars with one more assigned.
Retailers think shoppers math blind.
Business phones in America evolved
With English as option, not default,
Like a blond joke saw phones solved.
In the USA, I cannot afford to die
So place my body atop funeral rates
Until they pass sky for heaven-high.
Halloween is marketed in July,
Followed by Christmas in August –
Greed's gone awry, I won't comply.
Medical care doesn’t care at all,
Should be re-termed medical gall
As many are ill from medical appall.
The law fits fine if one is rich,
Others needing a justice hit
Need a thief’s help to pay for it.
Let me end my sad word hurl
As born in my dramatic world:
Hyperbole debris, reality decreed.
Legal eagles or vultures?
Alimony and divorce
Wills
Your problem is in their best financial interest
Enduring power of Attorney
Representing you at a exorbitant fee
Stay away from them if you can!
Jan Allison
6th May 2016
Life itself sometimes begins at the "End"? Life always has a beginning,and I am not certain about how "Life itself" will "End".Will you hold on to your "Life" that you have now to invigorate,and inspire the desire that the love gives so that you can live again,regardless of the condition that we sometimes find ourselves in. You may be in a"Wheel Chair",and think that no one cares,but please put yourself at ease,and be completely aware that you still have "Life there in that "Wheel Chair"! Caregivers give care even if we may be in a wheel chair! Our caregivers really do "Care",for those who are "Bed Ridden",or those who are in a "Wheel Chair"! They know where you are,and they realize why they are "THERE"! They realize that they truly love and give "Loving""Care"!!! We all can look around,and see "LIFE" everywhere! We can look inside of ourselves,and find life "THERE",and in the "Caregivers" that give us "Care"!"Care giving can start inside where "GOD" resides and can defeat the enemy that tries to take our "Lives"! Caregivers are "Blessed" to be everywhere,and "Caregivers" support "Dare to Care"! We dare you to care,and we swear,as "Caregivers that we will"Forbear"the "Hard Work" of giving,kindness,compassion,patience,and tender love to some who do not care:but as a "Caregiver" we "Care"". You may not see us ,but we are everywhere! God puts "Caregivers" here to "Care"! Did you see that "Caregiver watching "Over" "There"? "Let us "Love";Do not be afraid of "Loving too,too,much: Love is "The Fulfilling" of "The Law"!
LLB is primary condition
Advocates joining Bar Association
Wisdom and wittiness marks good litigation
Years of experience deepen skills in profession
Execution of duty with sincere participation
Respectful to court but no fearful implication
Serving and protecting justice is main intention
We may be a nation of laws
But we're not a nation of lawyers
The Constitution - We don't want to destroy her
Though it tickles us pink to annoy her
We've hit a bump;
the melodies and notes that
resemble the feelings of our love
hang in the air broken,
and the silence looms over us
like fog in a cemetery.
It's easier to remember the
difference in all equations than
what reoccurs;
and so our hound dogs,
like our past fights
keep us up at night with eh
passing thoughts of
"should I be here?" and
"Is it worth it?"
And so we explain our case;
the lawyers inside us that
never wish to lose a fight,
all lawyers are guilty.
There never will be a time,
when two songs of
different tempos will make a
melody.
Let's start humming the same tune,
and break the broken desires.
A Moratorium On Training More Lawyers?
By Elton Camp
With the job market for lawyers being saturated
It’s time that most of the programs be terminated
It surely seems that the law schools could understand
That the supply of attorneys already exceeds demand
That is why unprofessional things the law firm tries
Like openly and flagrantly beginning to advertise
Would any other profession stoop low to do that way?
“Let me take your uterus out,” would a doctor ever say?
Would a college professor advertise, “My class is best
And your learning here will be better than in the rest?”
Lawyer ads have a small-print disclaimer at the end
But for the oversupply of them, ads wouldn’t begin
Even to the law student, it’s unfair to crank more out
Then to make a decent living they find there’s doubt
On contingency, injury lawyers usually offer to serve
And unless they win the case, no payment do deserve
A losing client may need to pay the winner’s cost & fees
Most who sue are unaware of possibilities like these
My blood boils when I think I have yet
to meet a lawyer with a shred of dignity
one that's god-fearing and not immoral
heartless greedy or egomaniacal
It boggles my mind how anyone could
stoop so low to take advantage of the weak
and deliberately dry them out and
watch them grow old sick and wither away
at their weakest and most vulnerable
It ain’t rocket science…
Lawyers and buzzards what's more
unscrupulous and repulsive as they circle
playing their conniving ugly games
of gluttony abuse and power
I could never see myself
stooping so low knowing that one day
I'd have to face my Maker –
how do they sleep at night?
I'm not much for throwing
everyone in the same basket so…
I'll forget this scandalous disgraceful
travesty once it's over and done
One day this crazy outstanding
legal issue will finally be settled
when they run out of reasons
for delays and cheap empty promises
That’s when I'll let lawyers and buzzards
go on their merry way
saying… ‘Live and let live’ –
can't change the world in one fell swoop
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
When a body needs work done
Against his neighbor, a lawsuit won,
A lawyer is the man that you must call.
Every word to him you'll say
Is duly figured in his pay
-You should be glad he doesn't take it all.
The lawyer is a hired man,
for a fee he'll do whatever he can,
Like mercinary prostitutes he'll fight,
But if he gets to wanting more
(And here he differs from the whore),
He'll send a sheriff to come and take his "right."
When you finally go to court
Opposing counsel's case to thwart,
Do not feel as if they system smothers,
Of Judge and lawyers, have no fears,
The case may take just a few years-
In bastard-justice eyes' they are half-brothers!
Some lawyers, they fear honest work,
Behind their statutes they must lurk,
Pay the lawyer, how else will he eat?
Either way you'll win or loose,
It is the choice that you must choose,
For his suits would wrinkle begging on the street.
no god would stoop so low,
to break a mind already fragile,
or put innocence in a cell,
let alone make it pay for some sinless crime.
there are ghosts who don’t leave,
they cling like smoke,
they stain a man’s skin
with the black of all he’s seen and felt—
screams sealed inside walls,
eyes kept wide, without sleep.
in prison, the screams bounce back.
you can’t shake them.
it’s like they’re inked into the air.
and the guards look away,
like they don’t know.
they see it all, and they know.
the world knows.
outside, people smile over dinner,
but in the dark corners,
they leave you to drown,
to choke on silence and shadows.
they’ll all just call it life.
Lawyers
The legal eagles I have known
fly low, incompetence they have shown
standing before the court
as they come up, all too short
has been my experience with the man
who never seems to do the best he can.
And so, laden down with laws
my lawyers seem to have no claws
or wings with which to fly
right into that legal eye.
Reflections
The child in me looks out to see.
Where is the man in you ?, where can he be ?
As the man I am, looks to find, where is the child
in you?, that entity that once ran wild.
Looking, yet never, hardly ever do we see
that which we should have come to be.
B. J. “A” 2
November 6th 2001
A day of pouring out
The above was the insanity of the chaos in my mind.
it came on the heels of depression and a troubling time.
Then came the spirit of catharsis, shows up in my rhyme.
Into the dark ages, my soul had crept,
for a few short years, my spirit wept,
the Grim Reaper, my heart had met,
my rhymes, my words had set,
a coarse to release, from the gloom
that weighed heavy, in the confines of my room.
The dark years have slipped past, have gone on by,
leaving no reason for me, to lie down, and cry.
B. J. “A” 2
November 6th 2001
the initial purport
this literary effort delivered atchew
to reed constitutes hazmat tocks sin
within White House blew
per, viz thee president be
getting a Hollywood love story
with "Stormy Williams" despite brew
haha murmur, now dapper Don in deep doo doo
thus, this garrulous married pro LIX prone papa flew
off (like a bat out of hell)
to his Macbook Pro laptop presenting myself
implicating Trump as po' faux guise Mister McGoo
affiliated, confused, and explained
being on par with Winnie the Pooh
especially stuck right tub bear arms in grr...
Rabbit's House, now he doth stew
nsync, nonetheless this path a logical
rhyme stir on the straight and true
composeing grist sill for ye to view
now, nar hating, hit ting
private links provide attention turned toward
two thousand twenty presidential election campaign
no Iron nee, anno putter opportunity,
how he diplomatically strived, and nearly scored
to boast asthma, overt braggart, stalwart
asper ideal consistency of cement poured
affiliation, aggregation, and attestation moored
prevails ma (Jack booted - magical) lord
rolling back to Timbuktu progressive liberal
Democratic initiatives star Apprentice
sans ("NO LIES") being linkedin, he almost ignored
with voluble chattering class hud hoard
hobnobbing (with the likes of Missus Muir's ghost,
who resort to Matthew Scott's turf brand),
reconstituted, recycled, and repurposed, gourd
nonetheless Trumping protocol necessitates me bing bored
predictable feigned "FAKE" non accord.
[verse]
My crazy sister had roamed homeless for so long.
Once an intellectual, then her brain went wrong.
For hospitals to keep her, she had to be a danger.
A strange logic, but to reality they were a stranger.
[chorus]
Where does Brenda sleep tonight?
On an underpass out of sight?
In a doorway, or a city park?
Seeing visions in the dark?
[verse]
One day, a call came in on my cell.
It was Brenda's voice she had stories to tell.
She said she was at Union Station DC
I said I'd be there as fast as I could be.
[verse]
I called Dad, he said you can't cope
She's too much to handle not much hope
Doctor says put her on a plane back here.
I had to agree but felt an undefined fear.
[verse]
Brenda was waiting - tousled hair, blue eyes.
She gave me a hug; I felt my spirits rise.
She wanted to come to my house, I had to demur.
"Dad wants you flown home; you need a cure."
[verse]
"No way" said Brenda, ready to fight.
So I put her in a hotel just for the night.
I said, "see you next day just wait for me."
Brenda saw a trap and went out to be free.
[verse]
After work I came home, got as far as my door.
Two cops standing there, with photos in store.
Of Brenda stabbed 40 times, chest and face.
By a supposed member of the human race.
[chorus]
Where does Brenda sleep tonight?
On an overpass hiding from sight?
In a doorway, or a city park?
Seeing visions in the dark?
[verse]
You can blame the underworld for the crime
But subsidized attorneys stopped care every time.
The lawyers excuse: she had always been free.
But that was not freedom's meaning to me.
[verse]
Their motto seemed to be "Live free and die."
Freedom without reason is just a good-sounding lie.
We couldn't give her the one chance to get well.
She died with her rights on, after 4 years of hell.
[verse]
Now its true that there can be shades of gray.
But from the spiral there should be a better way
Dad's home not meant as a madwoman's base.
And freedom is not just about physical space.
[end]
So now we know where Brenda sleeps.
Under a stone where a willow weeps.
Rosy ideals need common sense at the core.
No freedom now, she'll roam no more.
Twisters of the truth
Shark skin suits, alligator shoes
A magician, makes a full pocket book empty