Wig and Gown Included

He's brilliant, clever, oh so dashing
With growing paunch and bald head flashing
A man of letters, a man of learning
His sense of right it is a-burning

He
Has
Chaaarrrissma!

(Or so he thinks!)

Defending poor and huddled masses
Can he not see even with those glasses
The liars, dealers, pimps and fraudlings
The desperate things and bling-bling kings

An "accidental" killer whose
Defence illicits jury's boos
The driver who had too much beer
The picture here is very clear

(Or is it?)

A lawyer standing for the truth!
Or actor trying to raise the roof?

(Let us take a look at the evidence)

A murderer who he despises
The truth of which he well disguises
The truth is that he wants his fee
To line his pockets verily

The paedophile, a child himself
Where evidence is used with stealth
The truth has nothing to do with it
When he's defending this little shit

Bomber, rapist and armed robber
All with the coppers have had some bother
To get 'em of the hook if he can
Or else spend least time in the can

Can do, will do, it's all a game
And one that's played with absence of shame
Excuses often all too lame
Played to the house like a pantomime dame

(Wig and gown included)

Oh no it isn't, oh yes it is
The real question, m'lud, is this
Who's the genuine villain here
When truth like this is pitched so queer?

(For me, at least)
The only bar taken serious
Is the kind that gets an interval crush