Outside of the pack, they become small.
Like the way some Judges never retire.
Its way too much to give up.
Like the lawyer who lost his pack when he was not re-elected
and found a bad combination in liquor, guns, and ammo.
Anyway, after graduation Mr. Lawyerman was accepted into a prestigious, if not small, pack.
The patriarch sported a long grey mane--which of course came from a box.
This leader added a great deal of lettuce to the salad days of Mr. Lawyerman.
Like the way the patriarch could turn on a dime
Gushing for the elderly grandmother attending a political fundraiser
Then outraged with swollen sanguine cheeks at the criminal for the petty drug offense.
I wonder what he thought of his own daughter's problems with blow?
Mr. Lawyerman never asked.
There was always a great deal of certainty in everything the Patriarch did or said.
Life seemed to be governed by immutable laws.
Like the way every race lived in their appropriate place--or at least the east or west side of town.
Like the way he was loyal to everyone in his pack to a fault
Like the way he upheld the history and dignity of his office.
But what was underneath all that attention to decorum?
Mr. Lawyerman never asked.
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