A couple of years after I started
I found the practice of law absurd and quit
Otherwise the word “Juncture”
Would be in my daily vocabulary
Lexocon and habit

Its own little jones was that it
Refused to appear in public
The press or courtroom without its ancillary,
Its two little cousins, “at” and “this”
Holding hands, always kissing

At this juncture Judge, , we decline a plea
At this juncture, we have no hand to play
At this juncture, we stonewall, we lie quiet, freely and frequently 
At this juncture, we affectuate our escape
We run, we hide, we lay low, all part of the job

So I quit the law
Turned to a life of language
With its own kind of strife
A life of prosody, playing with words
Because I had nothing to say and wanted nothing to do