He tells his friends, "I do this rich job for pure enjoyment." Behind close doors, "Your Honor; this man is not innocent." This loud suited lawyer will blast the judge for every objection. Failing to make on his important papers a needed correction. In the men's room to a judge, "my client, I'm not responsible." "Your ruling in his behalf should stand and not be reversible." "I am sure that the police and detectives found the right gun." "My client was not at the beach with his wife in the sun." My main objective in the courtroom is to get applause. Not necessarily worrying about the outcome or a clause. Golfing and sailing with the trial judge is my trump card. Lawyers doing these things is sort of normal and standard. Their main concern is to be seen and to become a heart throb. What they do is considered an easy sit-down man's job. The name of the game is to build up your case load. On the weekends, lawyers will take to the high road. Often times, they will sell you and other clients short. Exchanging you for someone no better named Mort. For other extra curricular activities; their energy, they will conserve. Keeping their clients' money in their holdings and in their reserve. However in the courtroom, lawyers tend to be dramatic. Often times, screaming, portraying actors, and being acrobatic. While others are known for their driving and intoxication. Not necessary for their accomplishments or law interpretation. So, it is better to find a good lawyer listed on the blue page. Than to find one wearing a hat, alligator shoes, and eating sage. Copyright (C) 1996 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
Of course, not all lawyers are like this. This is one more
poem from my poetry books for publication. They are for
the eager and silly, the nine to five, shift worker, doctor,
fast food worker, homemaker, hairdresser, waitress, bus
boy, farmer, truck driver, stockbroker, teenager and the
older generation. "A smile is worth a million."
Marva L. Dowdin
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