Lawyers are our garden's weed,
but needed by the innocent.
When guilt is clear, there's still the need
to minimize your punishment.

We ridicule but envy those
sharp twisters of judicial code.
Imperfect law their legion sows
like road blocks on the Justice road.

Their greatest sin, most folks agree
is not unbridled sophistry
but idiom that's parsed for mystery,
and used to fool both you and me.

Yet we pick them to write our laws
like sheep who choose the wolf as guard.
Once they're enthroned, we see their flaws
but our complaints, they disregard.

Like you, I pray, to never need
to pay their fees to right some wrong.
Abstain from each unlawful deed,
or learn to sing the jailbird's song.

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