A Lawyer's Lament

The dreaded call deep in the night
A plea for aid that can't wait for light
Torn between duty and sloth
The good lawyer rises like a moth
Fluttering off to do his tedious job
Of defending some poor slob
Who probably won't even pay his bill
Nor ever thank him for his skill
In springing him from that sleazy jail
And dazzling the court to save his tail