太多的律师
太多的不屑
Too many lawyers,
too much bullshit.

Bullshit that makes the air of this
big-ass conference room,
much denser,
like a bad soup,
than one
without any lawyers
in it.

Too many hours,
too much care -
cares and
fucks given to clients,
and matters,
and clients that matter,
and matters who's gonna care.
Hours,
wasted.
Hours and hours,
and fake smiles,
busted -
but billable.
And oh,
my learned friend,
art thou,
how important they must be -
those goals.

Too shy to perform,
too bad to be good.
To defend,
to attack,
to cross,
to direct.
To impeach,
to unlike,
to reflect,
and to hide.
To cease and desist,
to demand and resist.
To meet,
and confer.
To move,
to reply.
To overly protect,
to passively regret.
Let out the eager,
embrace the hunger,
to silently reject,
with all due respect.
To hold no further,
and wait no longer,
failure to appear,
success to comply.

Because there are,
and please,
blame there are
too many lawyers,
counsel and attorneys,
investors and bankers,
makers and traders,
consultants and accountants,
collectors and weavers,
hippies and carpenters,
progressive rockers,
dreamers and debtors,
unsecured creditors,
the spaghetti on the wall,
the entrees off the book,
the devil's advocate,
the flaming crusade.

Birds,
and more birds,
eagles and crows,
rules and separations,
dishonest confessions,
strength and length,
all the weight and height,
pass through those
stairways to heaven,
and check out my
cowboys from hell,
cows and more cows,
sirloin and ribeye.
Let us be gentle,
with the crossbow,
entering into
this good long night.

Because there are
just
too many of them,
goddamn lawyers,
in this big-ass
dense
conference room.