Aspect of wisdom

The law was not broken
It was easily mended
The law breaker bounced
Down to the floor

Others followed jumping
And bumping
But the law
Stayed true to the score

The law is good
The law is wise
It scratches its fleas
It confiscates knives

Such a law
Has never been seen before

A law with some muscle
The strength of a bicep
It discards the foolish
And looks out for the sidestep
Of the one with the lawbreaking saw

If you feel you must
Try it out for yourself
Wear a mask
So you will not be seen
Then proceed to bounce up and down
On the legal trampoline

The law was not scratched
The law was not bruised
It prevented the innocent
From something appalling
With a safety net hung all around
To stop them all from falling

And with a good pair of eyes
It sees with a vision that’s wise

And like the old time copper
Who whacks you with a wroth
And says
you’ve learned your lesson
Now be off
And don’t let me catch you
Doing it again

The Hapless Client

 

The criminal attorney
Punctuates the talk
With a yawn
While with a piece of verbal chalk
His client babbles on
Until the dawn

Sitting solid in his thought
He sees thru the privet
To his client
Who acts distraught as a caged civet
With a bloodied paw

Suddenly he scrapes down the protective screen
Of panic over some law
And staring thru the hedge he asks
Because it is his task
To understand much more
Than the ravings of the maniac
Who knocked upon his door

Needing his guiding hand
To steer him across the no-man’s land
But this he needs to know
How far involved in this fealty
Is he innocent or guilty
Or of how the two can merge

His client talks of a broken home
And how he’s always been alone
How he suffered scrapes and trials
That covers the years and goes on for miles
But his question now is getting through
That his client truly never knew
What he was getting in to
Or what to he is to do