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Your Honor


I stood at the stand Heart covered by my right hand My first opening argument as a mock lawyer I stood tall and stiff, just like Tom Sawyer I opened my mouth But no words came about I stuttered and whiffed I lost it all in a jiff The court case I lost my glasses covered in frost From the tears in my eyes I realized those lies My parents told me about My skills of casting doubt My head spilled hot as a boiler I stood up and proclaimed, "Your Honor I Do NOT want want to be a lawyer!" I ripped off my suit and picked up a camera Film was my passion ,but law? I didn't have the stamina.
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