When a Lawyer has gone Home
And the children are in Bed
A stiff drink is mixed and Poured
That will soon go to his Head
He kicks of his leather Shoes
And stretches out on the Couch
He then rolls up one or Two
From his secret velvet Pouch
He dozes through Neverland
After an hour or Two
Dreams of the evil People
That will hire him to Sue
He wakes up in a cold Sweat
As he looks around in Gloom
Panting and gasping for Air
Thinking he's in a Courtroom
He looks down into his Glass
With nothing left but a Sip
Lifts it with little Effort
And holds it with a tight Grip
He gets off the worn out Couch
And begins to undo his Tie
Realizing that he has been
Living his life as a Lie
When a Lawyer has gone Home
And the children are in Bed
A stiff drink is mixed and Poured
Drinks it wishing he were Dead
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