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

[Guest__*]

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.

[Guest__*]

Dear Nef:

Thank you for you responding to my poem. I would never let that experience over rule my life.  It is not worth the air that I breathe.

Thanks again.
Shava