My lawyer speaks in tongues.
The only language he knows is dollars and cents.
He cares for nothing and no one else; not even his family begging for love; their smiling happy faces stare out of gold framed photos adorning his cold gaudy highly polished desk. The pictures were placed there by his wife for the sole purpose of reminding him of his responsibility to feed, cloth and support them.
It is that hard cold fact he is assaulted by each and every day as he hunkers down.
He is friendless, but a friend to all. He is polite to the T. The words flow off his slimy tongue as he smiles reassuringly. When he shakes your hand, it is as if grasping a large spineless lifeless fish that leaves your hand dank and soiled for days.
He has hopes of entering politics someday.
I think he will excel.
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