This so-called big time beantown mouthpiece, you see
Is worse than the actors that play on TV
At drafting and filing and serving subpoenas
She got the skills of a gang of hyenas
She lies she chisels she cheats she wheedles
All the true smarts she’s got could fit on a needle
She’s as tall as Big Bird, wears the same kind of wig
Her in-court decorum is worse than a pig
Her motions denied, her pleadings are stricken
As often as we’d all like southern fried chicken
She tramples client privilege in affidavits galore
Full of lies and mistruths, she’s truly a boor
She tries to reargue, and defy res judicata
With logic so bad it smells just like bull caca
Her big fancy home in a snoot-burb in Mass.
Does little to disguise the fact she’s so crass
She lives right next to the academy there,
Just another way she puts on phony airs
She got her degree from fourth rate BC
Her work stinks worse than a barrel of feces
She’s megalomanic, try arrogant too
She aggrandizes herself so much you’ll turn blue
She seems to think that the whole world’s her stage
But, it’s a only dump and she’s rotting garbage
She’s venal, she’s phony and so histrionic
Her court room theatrics are like plague bubonic
Seems her brain’s afflicted with terminal necrosis
And her breath stinks too, cos she’s got halitosis
She murders forests trying to stand case law on its head
Munchusen by proxy to clients she applies instead
She tries to bring opponents down to their knees
With egregious tactics that are pure dirt bag sleaze
She's just like Joan Crawford (think, movie Dearest, Mommie)
She spews out vile rancor like a sewage tsunami
She won’t compromise or even counteroffer
She’d sink a sharp knife in the back of her brother
She churns her accounts like crooked brokers in stocks
She bills for incompetent work that’s truly a crock
She drags rag-doll clients along her dirty agenda
If true lawyering's sugar, then she practices fake splenda
Her monstrous mental masturbatory delusions
Arise from her brain’s severe circulatory perfusions
The word on the street from her counsel brethren?
She's a shrill, mentally-ill imbecilic heathen
They whisper that she is a real piece of work
Lacking the skills of even a dumb clerk
The amount of integrity she brings to the scene
Is so vanishingly small it can never be seen.
In Court before Judges, she 's phony obsequious
Full of prevarication that are slimy and devious
To true stipulations she’s never conducive
Her arguments are rank and completely abusive
She makes much ado about dropping big names
Thinking the Court her opponents will frame
By all account she should be a convicted felon
Oh, and she ‘s ugly - her face looks like a melon
What’s even far worse and makes things so dour
She bilks hapless clients at four hundred an hour
A judge with cojones would stop her in her tracks
But I got a wimp who never attacks
And so this goes on for year after year
While the money being sought slowly disappears.
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