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Originally Posted by Not Bob
Hello all. Long time, no see, etc. Been busy lately, but the Muse visited me yesterday while I was drinking rum on the beach of Saint Somewhere, and I had to share.
With apologies to Warren Buffett's cousin James from Mobile, I give you
A Partner Looks At 40
Mother, mother law firm
I have heard your call
Wanted to sit on your seats of leather
Since I saw "L.A. Law"
You've seen it all, you've seen it all
Watched the kids who work here
Grow from soy to cream
And in your files you hold some secrets
The Feds have never seen
Income tax schemes
And Ponzi dreams
Yes, I am a partner
A decade or two too late
The big banks went under
No clients to plunder
I'm a Gen Xer victim of fate
Annointed too late
Annointed too late
I've done some billing padding
I've tapped some para ass
I made enough money to buy her a Beemer
But I pissed it away so fast
New trophy bride
Upper East Side
I been in hell now for over two weeks
A depo in the boonies, and the room is full of geeks
And the client's not payin'
I've got to start prayin'
Or I'm down to "of counsel" again
I'll lose the spare Benz
And the schmoozing stipends
I work with younger GAs
"Mentored" several a while
But though I ran them away
They filed suit yesterday
The loss prevention team smiles
I'm on a case style
Isn't that wild?
Mother, mother law firm
After all the fees I've earned
My generational numbers mean
My generation's gonna get burned
I feel like I've tanked
Gonna go drink with Hank
Yes, feel like I've tanked
And I'm drinking with Hank
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Jesus. And just when I was thinking of going sober, getting to the AA meetings and generally trying to be more positive about life. Fuck that. Thank god Sebby has declared it to be brown liquor season again.
