Clown Court of Equity

Yeah. Step into the circus where the clowns all play. Painted smiles hiding

how they trick and sway. Paper masks and statues dancing in a line.

All built on presumption, none of it divine. They lean on

silence, hoping I won't speak. But equity is fire,

and their statutes are weak. Welcome to the clown court where they juggle consent.

Where every rule they throw is based on what they invent. But equity stands

higher, a truth they can't ignore. No presumption binds the

living man anymore. Yeah. They scribble accusations on a parchment throne,