Gotta write, Gotta write
Some content may bite
Deadline’s on the way
There’s no time to play.
Topics swirl in my mind
I can’t run out of time,
Got to find me a way
To write something today.
The Brief is my baby
I cannot be lazy,
My role’s to inform
In the midst of this storm.
No one here to help me,
Jackie will belt me,
If the whole thing’s not crackin’
Everything must be trackin’.
I have written a lot,
But no one seems hot,
To read what I’ve written
No one has bitten.
With the urge to respond,
Let me know you are on,
Please, please let me see
Are there readers for me.
I’m the lonely editor,
Got to get out of bed for ya,
Got to write my piece,
For the monthly release.
The topics are leavin’,
I am stuck with grieven’,
Don’t know what to say,
For the DCBA.
So let me know you are there,
Send me mail through the air,
Let my e-mail get hot,
Send responses a lot.
With the message you’ve heard
Though it may be absurd,
Please tell me no waste,
Has occurred in this place.
Let me know that you hear me,
Let me feel that you’re near me,
Lonely editors sing,
For the mail that you brings.
Tell me once that you read me,
Tell me once you won’t leave me,
Tell me how much you love it,
Don’t tell me to shove it.
That wouldn’t be nice,
There’s no sugar and spice,
For the authors who write here
For the ones who may drink beer.
The Brief is now screamin’,
Tell the Board it has meanin’,
Tell us all how you need it,
Tell us now you believe it.
That the Brief is the best,
Only one issue’s in jest,
The rest will inform ya’,
So the clients won’t harm ya’.
We’re keeping you safe,
So you don’t lose your way,
The articles will tell ya,
That malpractice can’t find ya.
So do law in DuPage,
On the judicial stage,
This is not Judges Night,
Relying’s alright.
So Now I depart
With a sad lonely heart,
Lest you tell me you read this,
Don’t let me regret this.
