02-18-2026, 06:34 PM
With so many Epstein threads perhaps a poem?
[Graphic verse reworded to maintain decorum]
Ode To Jeffery Esptein: The Poem
Back in the year of '92
On private jets presidents flew
Millionaires and yacht club elites
They cavorted there in acts so discreet.
With only the finest snifters of brandy
Piles of blow or a stripper named Kandi
They praised Bacchus from dark till light
They danced in sin throughout the night
Philanthropists and senators,
CEOs and editors
Royality and Inheritors
Heads of state and predators.
The inner dionysus was once left crated
For money and power to enable those fated
To crave in excess all the X-rated
To satisfy desire that can never be sated.
They loved the service their pimp provided
Like Heidi Flyce on an underage island
Doesn't matter how they were guided
Their repeat patronage was noted and filed
Now that light has been shown on the past
It's The Mad Scramble of Cover Your Ass
You need a reason for that boarding pass
On The Lolita Expess, like "going to mass"
A charitable function for retarded albinos?
A funding event to save the white rhinos?
A noble effort to help homeless winos?
Or a tropical island to bring back the dinos.
They laughed at morality until recently
As they all were above normality's decency
They once did it freely, without impunity
All throughout the elite community
CEOs and senators,
Heads of state and predators.
Actors and producers
Directors and seducers
With whips and chains and soiled rugs.
With hookers and toys and clamps and plugs.
With swings and straps, and leather attire
With all the sin to fill their desire..
They cavorted there in acts so discreet.
Millionaires and yacht club elites.
But that all now has come to an end
Since they killed their deviant friend.
And they can't go to Puffy's house anymore...
The End.
[Graphic verse reworded to maintain decorum]
Ode To Jeffery Esptein: The Poem
Back in the year of '92
On private jets presidents flew
Millionaires and yacht club elites
They cavorted there in acts so discreet.
With only the finest snifters of brandy
Piles of blow or a stripper named Kandi
They praised Bacchus from dark till light
They danced in sin throughout the night
Philanthropists and senators,
CEOs and editors
Royality and Inheritors
Heads of state and predators.
The inner dionysus was once left crated
For money and power to enable those fated
To crave in excess all the X-rated
To satisfy desire that can never be sated.
They loved the service their pimp provided
Like Heidi Flyce on an underage island
Doesn't matter how they were guided
Their repeat patronage was noted and filed
Now that light has been shown on the past
It's The Mad Scramble of Cover Your Ass
You need a reason for that boarding pass
On The Lolita Expess, like "going to mass"
A charitable function for retarded albinos?
A funding event to save the white rhinos?
A noble effort to help homeless winos?
Or a tropical island to bring back the dinos.
They laughed at morality until recently
As they all were above normality's decency
They once did it freely, without impunity
All throughout the elite community
CEOs and senators,
Heads of state and predators.
Actors and producers
Directors and seducers
With whips and chains and soiled rugs.
With hookers and toys and clamps and plugs.
With swings and straps, and leather attire
With all the sin to fill their desire..
They cavorted there in acts so discreet.
Millionaires and yacht club elites.
But that all now has come to an end
Since they killed their deviant friend.
And they can't go to Puffy's house anymore...
The End.
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