
Sir
Well, I find myself in times of trouble,
With Heather's attorney stalking me
Rubbing hands together in his lawyer's glee,
And as he picks my carcass clean,
Heather's lawyer says to me,
"I'm taking half your stuff plus attorney's fees!"
Attorney's fees, attorney's fees,
Attorney's fees, yeah, attorney's fees,
They're taking half my stuff plus attorney's fees.
When all of the dead-broke husbands of the world agree,
We will counter-sue the skanks which will only make more,
Attorney's fees, Attorney's fees,
Attorney's fees, yeah, attorney's fees,
That will only bring more attorney's fees.
But though the future's cloudy, it finally does dawn on me
The @#$%&! will get the house and I'll be left to pay thee,
Attorney's fees, attorney's fees, I'll be left to pay thee,
Attorney's fees.
This one was gathering dust in an "Untitled" folder so I resuscitated it. Maybe not a good idea. The prose is forced, but that's normal for me. Appears to be from ought six, it ran in the Record Serachlight apparently. They went through a phase with no editors, so all kinds of stuff got published.
P.S. Note Paul's groovy "Insect Boots."
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