LAWYER RAP
(or I SUED TWO LAWYERS FOR 18 MONTHS AND ALL I GOT WAS ONE RAP POEM)
The road to trials
is paved with miles and miles and miles and miles
of files and files and files and files
Piles and piles and piles and piles
of files and files and files and files
And I’m going down that road
wading through piles and piles and piles
plowing through files and files and files
And I think of all these pile of files and files
used to be trees and trees and trees and trees
And maybe these trees – some of these trees
came from woods where Robert Frost walked
the woods where paths in the wood diverged
and where he took the one less traveled
And I wonder how I got on this path
and how to get back to that place
back to that place in the woods
back where the paths diverge
Spend my days outside instead
walking through live trees
live trees instead of dead