Nose to the Grindstone
O how I dread Monday Mornings
Sunday nights become advance warning
s Like an impending doom
Can’t sweep it away with a broom
Wish I could fly away like ZOOM.
Judges are on the attack
Opposing counsel no holding back
Attitude these lawyers do not lack.
When did trying to do by my client right
Become such an uphill fight?
Dealing with bosses
Coping with Courtroom losses
By eating burritos with special sauces
Sitting in front of a screen all day
Watching life drift away.
No time for friends,
No time for email sends,
Wish time really bends,
So I could go back to a happier time
Where I could drop everything on a dime
And taking an off day wasn’t a crime.
Never wanted to grow up
Always stay a little pup
Now life’s grown on me quick as a hiccup
Now I really know why they say that little ditty
With great power comes great responsibility
. Social life totally out of the way,
Just trying to get through it day by day.
Don’t have the energy to go out and par-tay.
No time to satiate parental demand for a wife.
Why o why did I choose this life?
Fantasize on, Robert Yan
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