Law

Barristers bustling in black heavy bearing
Itchy hot wigs need a scratch with a ballpen
No wonder they're irritable and angry to scalding
Their toes sticking close in a shoe that's too tight
Feet throbbing begging in shining black boxes
Just imagine the frustration as it leads to a mauling.

Throw off the dark heavy hot judgement gear
Relieve your head with an ice cold beer
Untie the tight and binding laces
Free your feet to walk in soft places
Let go and let god, let the universe steer
Spreading your toes to the air of small graces.

MgM