I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Losing My Respect

When I injured my hand, I went to the stat care facility under a Worker's Comp claim.

Ever since then I've been getting letters from lawyer about how to pursue my "claim" and "get all the money I'm entitled to."

Now, in general, I do have a high regard for lawyers. But lately I've also been seeing ambulance chaser ads on TV. At least in the old days those that choose that side of the law actually had to chase the ambulances. Sending out mass mailings and running ads on TV (and the back of the yellow pages) just cheapens it all up, you know.

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