Lawyer

Seems like a midnight
Comes to the stage:
No sign of sunlight
Like in the cage.
 
Feels like it's empty
In our room,
My brain is melting.
Good afternoon!
 
There is no candle,
There is no torch,
It leaves a handle
To drink some skotch.
 
I hear the sound,
It comes through the night.
Of, I forgot,
This is morning, all right.
 
So this is morning,
Doesn't make sense.
Incoming warning,
Chalked on the fense:
 
"There is a person
Who's mentally ill,
He's never paid
His debts or a bill
 
That's why it's always
Dark in his flat.
And all the windows
Are crashed with a bat".
 
May be it's wet
And may be it's cold
Living your life in the
Ice-made stronghold,
 
No electricity,
Gas and TV.
So it's explicit
What life would be
 
If you did not
Pay for your rent.
So this is what
Goes in the end.
 
Let us proceed.
A stranger's flat
Is in the street
Called "Melon's head".
 
The windows are choked
Up with the sticks,
The wooden door's locked
Up with the bricks.
 
He is a lawyer,
The job's quite hard.
He's like Tom Sawyer,
An opened heart.
 
He gives the chances
And helps the firm
Not to pay taxes
It's hiding from.
 
But as we say,
He is in trouble
And in his cell
There is no marble.
 
He was dismissed-
Sudden awakenings.
Figures released:
There are no vacancies.
 
That's what the crisis
Brings to your home,
Bids up the prices,
Destroys the hope.
 
But he's a lawyer,
No time to bark!
He's like Tom Sawyer.
Never give up!
 
Wash up your face,
Stand up and fight!
Start a new case,
There, tonight!
 
So our hero
Is working again.
Started a new life
Like a true man.
 
Now it is all fine,
Here is the spark,
Seems like the sunshine
Comes through the dark.