MY JOB

A recluse by trade,
it's the words that must stand out.
Hands rapidly getting every syllable,
pauses for breath,
that fat man disgusts me.
A recluse by trade,
administering the oath,
knowing they're all lying.
A recluse by trade
their words magically appear
as they forget you're even there.
Unprofessional, that one is.
Dirty attorney, that one is.
Scheming witness, that one is.
It's not interesting anymore,
it's reclusively jaded.