(A female lawyer whispers)
Some of my narcissistic plaintiffs write for greatness
But the most divine I serve
Write simply for self-expression
To embrace their sacrifices
Personal experiences and inner freedoms
So my question is
Are you
A.
A freedom plaintiff
Or
B.
A narcissistic native?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
In the court of justice, where truth's pursuit reigns,
As a lawyer I stand firm, amid legal strains.
With scales of reason and a mind's keen might,
I navigate the corridors of justice's light.
Plaintiffs fire arrows attempting to confuse my sight,
So I craft arguments, striving for what's right.
In the hallowed halls where judgments decree,
My lawyer's voice echoes, setting innocent free.
With briefs as shields and statutes as swords,
I champion justice with relentless chords.
In the chambers of law, I weave my skills,
Defending the innocent to save them from ills.
Courts oblivious, on blissful high,
Poor plaintiffs on a long wait die,
The system still stays put
On same age-old input,
Mothballed, the pending cases lie.
Perfection, a vague search,
Totter in wobbly lurch,
Load of cases on deathbed lie,
The price paid for delays sky-high.
_______________________________
Happenings |11.05.2023| justice
Poet’s note: Research reveals that some of the oldest cases are pending for over 60 years, almost a lifetime of an average plaintiff. One might feel, a less than perfect justice is better than the perfect one that takes such a long time. A limerick here tends to lament the pathetic realities. One may note: to bring home its point a limerick tends to exaggerate and so need not be taken on the face value. This is the fourth in the series: Your slip is showing, Milord.
What if Horton hadn't heard a Who?
or Winnie hadn't been called 'Pooh?'
What if Lucille* hadn't played the blues?
or plaintiffs couldn't find defendants to sue?
What if an atheist got elected Pope?
or a lasso weren't made of rope?
What if doting grandmas would say 'Nope?!'
or if little boys ever washed with soap?
If any of these things ever come true
then I'd be the first to agree:
Horton never heard a Who!
* 'Lucille' was the name of the guitar
of the famous blues performer, B.B. King
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