Am I a poet or do I work for a lawyer? Options

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Am I a poet or do I work for a lawyer?

What am I, I ask,
what is underneath this mask?

Is it deception or truth, in what I owe,
or am I just a musing soul, to all who know?

All those shredded papers, I no longer see,
it is apparent, I have left them, for now I am me.

What about extra money, I could bank right now?
No thank you, I would rather, be working as a clown.

Years of lies and deceit, haunting words such as "sue,"
thank God, up above, for my conscience to leave you!

I write down my feelings, and remember before,
quiet moments of reflection, lawyer's arrogance, no more.

My lesson to make changes, is here for all to
view, poets do live forever, pondering thoughts, old and new.

[Nefertiti]

ARG!  LAWYERS!  Heaven help us all! (I worked for 2 - the more work one gave me, the more work the other would give me to make sure he got his money's worth of my salary. )

Great job writing out the agnst!  I just hope you're not permanently scarred from such a nightmarish experience!  

I see worthy and worth while crits have been offered already so I won't waste your time drivelling on about my need for commas everywhere!

Very nice!

Hugs,
Nef