THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCHBy Carl SandburgTHE LAWYERS, Bob, know too much.

They are chums of the books of old John Marshall.

They know it all, what a dead hand Wrote,A stiff dead hand and its knuckles crumbling,The bones of the fingers a thin white ash.

The lawyers knowa dead man’s thoughts too well.

In the heels of the higgling lawyers, Bob,Too many slippery ifs and buts and howevers,Too much hereinbefore provided whereas,Too many doors to go in and out of.

When the lawyers are throughWhat is there left, Bob?

Can a mouse nibble at itAnd find enough to fasten a tooth in?

Why is there always a secret singingWhen a lawyer cashes in?

Why does a hearse horse snickerHauling a lawyer away?

The work of a bricklayer goes to the blue.

The knack of a mason outlasts a moon.

The hands of a plasterer hold a room together.

The land of a farmer wishes him back again.

Singers of songs and dreamers of playsBuild a house no wind blows over.

The lawyers—tell me why a hearse horse snickershauling a lawyer’s bones.

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