Law Poem: Graidy White (Part 1)
DISCLAIMER: THIS POEM IS PROVIDED MERELY FOR AMUSEMENT. THE EVENTS AND CHARACTERS DEPICTED HEREIN ARE FICTIONAL AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO PERSONS LIVING, DEAD, OR FICTIONAL IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL…
Graidy White
He’s tall and dark with piercing eyes and a smile pearly white.
His slicked back hair ends in flare and his navy suit fits right.
His letterhead and business cards state he’s: “Graidy White,
Litigator | Barrister. Always ready for a fight”.
Hungry for Work
Recently called, Graidy White wants to make his mark.
He passed the bar without a scar and like a hungry shark
Craves the large and complex fish (unassuming in the dark)
To sink his teeth in legal briefs with outcomes not so stark.
The Office
To show his credibility, he’ll need a space to please
The gaze and earn the praise of clients paying out his fees.
He’ll get a desk and chairs that match, and hang up his degrees
And add a family frame to claim he’s more than expertise.
The Bills
Before he starts though, Graidy White feels an eerie chill,
As letters pile with a smile asking for the bill.
There’s dues and rent, E&O, and salaries to fill,
And so inclined he’ll put his mind to tackling that hill.
The Marketing
His clients swim in depths, both traditional and new.
So he’ll lurk and work the fancy waters calm and crystal blue
And add an online presence – so he’ll blog and twitter too.
And glide through murky tide ’til a client comes in view.
…









