The Left is Right (Gemini)

I have never said that the left is right,

I have said it's where my commitment lies,

It's where I can bring my bad faith to light,

Engage fakeries that dance in men's eyes.


I'm not indifferent to truth. not at all,

I'm fascinated by its etiquette,

Likewise ethics, my daily rise and fall,

The moral waltz to which truth's predicate.


I'm not sure I've given beauty its due,

Compared to most law professors, I try

     to break the frame.  I will look for the true

             beast in the jungle until I die.


The left's not right, it's where I can do good,

If my gift were godly, I'd wear priest's hood.







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