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