Hello Mr. Lawyer Man, sir Black suit and slicked back hair Spitting out blind laws with a forked tongue which, in your most humble opinion, will be fair to everyone involved I laugh at the printed letters What of the daughter and the son who lament the days they spend with the father and the crying mother left alone? No justice exists in these laws An ignorant government once again tramples upon peace leaving behind the carcasses of dead trees pounded neatly into thin rectangles that depict the new lives of two absent children Sir Lennon can you imagine the harmony that has gone? A contract was signed without thinking that they belonged Until they reach the golden age their opinions are for the adults to decide Is it wrong or right? because Mr. Lawyer Man I've struggled with it all night
