Purveyors Of Justice Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Purveyors of justice and freedom,
Provided you have the cash.
If you aren't represented by them
You are in the lower class.

I walked into a glass door
And heard an awful crack.
I bounced onto the sidewalk
Landing flat upon my back.

The door had a sign saying "Enter'
And "Open For Business come on in."
A receptionist laughed on the inside,
While my pride was bruised again.

The next day a new sign hung there.
A warning I could not believe.
"If door does not open do not enter, "
I laughed till I ruptured my spleen.

I went and saw an attorney
Hoping for cash to cover my bills
That accrued when I saw my doctor,
And to cover the strong pain pills.

The attorney grinned as he said to me
"You cannot afford me dear sir."
Then he validated my parking saying
"Come back when you're richer for sure."