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There comes, around the bend a shyster
clear eyes, smart suit and pink bow tie.
Vest pocket carries Jaegermeister
five hundred mil, to get him by.
He is no great communicator,
and likes his lofty pedestal,
I live too close to the equator
he has both hands inside the till.
Let us prolong the serenade
a file has been created, too,
the plaintiff can drink lemonade
defendants like a different brew.
But shysters wear the special suits
from London taylors, (tax expense) ,
are with the devil in cahoots
and think that clients must be dense.
They know the law and what it can
provide in terms of benefits
a coward is the lawyer's fan
the system tears the truth to bits.
And no one sees the great mirage
the tricks designed to transfer wealth
a common cognitive lavage
supports the shyster's mental health.
Where would they be if every man
would stand, alone, on sturdy feet?
So many a productive plan
would melt away in sudden heat.
Herbert Nehrlich
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