The Lawyer Poem by Raymond Farrell

The lawyer stood
In a long line
At the box office
Fidgetting, shifting from foot to foot
Behind him
A massage therapist
Sensed his tension
And out of compassion
Began to knead his shoulders, neck and back
Startled, he turned and demanded an explanation
The therapist explained
I'm a massage therapist
And I observed how tense you are
So I decided
To get in some practice
While waiting in line
And help relieve you of your tension
Well I'm a lawyer
He responded indignantly
And you don't see me
Screwing the person
In front of me
Do you?