In the beginning i asked
Politely assuming rational empathy
No iota of sympathy
Head shaking without faking
Then i started demanding
What's rightfully mine
The nada was frightfully benign
Barely perceptible but there
Lawyers are crooks
See how they are presidents
Retainer fees just to say please
Getting you purely poorer
What am i to do?
Moral suasion having failed
Look down my barrel to stop the quarrel,
Of my persuasion.
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