“Epstein Files"

  

c. 2026 Rod Ice

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(2-26)

 

 

The Epstein files, a radar blip

With an unexpected, fallacy-flip

A sleight-of-hand plot twist

A flick of muscles within the wrist

A sour note of spoiled juice

An oft-told tale, ah, what’s the use?

Sides of the divide are bunkered and bruised

To look the other way, and forget this news

The ring of truth cannot be heard

Parsing partisans have the final word

They spit and polish this canine turd

The will of wonder is deterred

Redacted rightly, before release

Bringing the press to desist and cease

An act set in stone, at the least

Obfuscation is brewer’s yeast

Somewhere in the dead of night

A call went out, to put things right

Yet the noble cause slipped out-of-sight

Crushed under weight of a scammer’s delight

Stuck in a queue with others who wait

For a benevolent nod from the estate

A button-click to instigate

What most assumed was a work of fate

This pedo trash was rich and renowned

Yes, that fellow got ‘round and ‘round

With allies hidden underground

Appeals exclaimed without a sound

Now the rats run off his ship

Swimming rodents on an ocean trip

How odd to watch the video clip

And see the prince with a busted lip

Allies turn to drink and song

Wishing to escape the banging gong

But their guilt was hard and strong

We knew it well, all along

Diamonds and their gilded hair

May adorn the royals, proud and fair

But in a land where scandals snare

There is a need to be aware

Excuses linger, long and low

Justice served, both cold and slow

Kicked in the outback, to and fro

Look out friends, look out, below

Epstein died in a cell, unwatched

An ending story, badly botched

A fade to black, in deed and thought

A sentence served, covertly wrought

One-by-one, enablers fall

The siren sings a sailor’s call

Upon the rocks they smash and stall

A loss of life surrenders all

A click of handcuffs around the bone

As those in charge say, “Leave it alone!”

But the chicken’s roost lies close to home

There’s an informant on the telephone

Lies may last for a moment and more

But in the end, comes a just reward

A point of order, from the sword

A jailhouse jump, of his own accord

Did he perish, by a knot

Tied and dangling from a prisoner’s cot?

The story waits for a snoop to spot

When courage flows and fear cannot

On that day, I’ll stand and hear

This confession made to listener’s ears

No more distractions, no more tears

Make the ages wise, in arrears