Poetic justice.

We are the legal men
We are the troll men
Suing together
Briefcase filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We threaten together
Are quiet and meaningless
As trolls with no class
All nonsense and plumes of bad gas
In the wrong forum
Threats without force, bluff without standing,
Paralysed force, motions without motion;
Those who have looked
With knowing eyes, to law’s lesser Kingdom
Remember us - if at all - not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the legal men
The troll men.

[Non liquet]

Between the business plan
And the settlement
Between the motion
And the act
Stands His Honor
For Mine is the Profits

[Non liquet?]

This is the way the case ends
This is the way the case ends
This is the way the case ends
Not with a bang, but with a whimper

“They told me you had gone totally insane, and that your business plans were unsound.
“Are my plans unsound?”
I don’t see any business at all, sir.