Best Epstein Poems
It lurks around each corner
at every stop he makes
In front of every camera
from the time he wakes
It’s everywhere he travels
each place he tries to hide
A friend of old, who’ll always be
right there by his side
He wants us to forget him
but he won’t go away
That pedophilic friend of his
with whom he used to play
It’s just too bad for Donald
Epstein’s ghost is like a spy
Hiding in each victim
he will never, ever die
You made me rub you
I didn't want to do it
I didn't want to do it
You paid me damn you -
I was so scared I'd do it
You always knew I'd do it
You made us happy sometimes
you made us sad
the twisted world you made, Jeff
You treated us so bad.
You made me fly for
The island where you kept us
and all your friends slept with us.
We wanted something newwwww
Yes, It's true, 'deed we knew
You know we knewwwww
Giving, Giving, Giving, Giving what you lied for
there are some things rich men commit
- perverted crimes for..
You know you made me rub youuuuuuuu
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*We just finished the documentary. the case is complicated, the case is simple. The story is as old as the bible.
I sing the ballad of Jeffrey Epstein
With his island of underage dames
He had connections, a kind of go-between
If hell exists, he's in the flames.
Lots of folks knew of his appetites
But he had connections, he had clout
Now all sorts of bigwigs are in the gun sights
If elected, we should kick them out.
Of course we have to be careful in the naming
Some people just overlooked sins, to get a connection
He was a low life liar too, not above framing
But its sickening to look at the contacts collection.
There's a lesson here, to stay away
From any man whose got demons to hide
Black and white, avoid shades of gray
Or he'll take you for that devil ride.
From the dead, his hand reaches, naming names.
Dragging people down, dragging them below
Lives move on, but their honor stained
Some truths, I'd rather not know.
Rigor mortis cold comfort
defendant need not appear in court
diminishes attendant prosecutorial effort
habeas corpus made superfluous
courtesy just dessert morte
but deadman outflanked plaintiffs sport.
Nonetheless millionaire financier and
accused sex trafficker
found dead by suicide
on Saturday August 10th, 2019
doth not absolve his guilt
rather speaks of innocence
and naiveté he stole.
Many accosted victims might rejoice,
yet the ghost of Jeffrey Epstein
will continue to hang around,
grinning, leering, ogling...
within seared psyches
indelibly scarred
only slightly assuaged
wounded warrioresses
advocates against physical violation
sexual and/or otherwise
offenders need be taken to task,
whether within parental/
guardian role, religious contexts
relationships, random
axe of violence, et cetera.
The voices of abused victims
sweeping across webbed gamut of
age, gender, nationality, race, religion...
suffer anguish courtesy
dirty deeds dirt cheap
costing devastating expense
for grueling life
only compounded when
blithely ignored
begetting psychological ills
giving perpetrator,
no matter his/her (their)
linkedin demographic bracketed affiliation
must be held accountable
yes even the president
plus lesser political representatives
granting guilty free license
to roam scott free.
Yours truly amply nonresistant
regarding ohm my dog
being convenient scapegoat,
reckons if brazen
and empowered courtesy
Lake Woebegone powdermilk biscuits
retaliatory vendettas bring absolute zero
win/win conflict resolution.
Immigrant Jacob Epstein
became a 'sir' in due time
Sculptured bronze portrait bust
his Coventry St Michael is a 'must'
Diddy said he didn’t do what many say he did
but Diddy’s only famous for he knows the talented
if Biggie wasn’t shot Diddy would not have had a hit
but Diddy put the hit on Biggie that is why he did
Though he had the power he never had the skill
paying all that money for somebody else to kill
the competition that went missing when the spot was failed
by Bad Boy Records never special Diddy died a jailed
Please, release them, let them go
press enter and print, so we will know
The filthy secrets Donald keeps
Please, release them, expose the dirty creeps
Donald Trump is running scared
of secrets he and Jeffrey shared
Their reign of terror decades long
lucky for Donald, Jeff is gone
For dead men tell no tales or lies
but spirits hover and survive
And so the Epstein ghost lives on
to haunt and torment, dirty Don
It threatens to expose their crimes
the many girls, so many times
The lives they broke, the damage done
and how two monsters had their fun
So please, release the Epstein files
the hidden names, the evil smiles
Expose the players in this stew
and give these devils, both their due
Injustice For All
a slap on the wrist
unaccountable justice?
Acosta Epstein...
countless of women are pissed
a signed sketch denier's been seen
Ah Epstein Files, who’s who of naughty names
Making life come good at resorts with dames.
But I’m disappointed
For not making the grade
Among some biggest guns that play such games
And make some rare headlines
Hard for poetic lines,
Whatso open fame’s gate is free from shames,
No evidence of guilt
Is no proof of no guilt,
A top gun legal authority claims.
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Happenings | 15.02.2026 | fame, name, shame, humour, society, world
Note: More and more Big Names get linked to Epstein. Trump and Musk, two famous Bills, actors, linguists, and even motivational maestros. Poets? Not sure, but here‘s my chance as the only unknown name. As the needle of suspicion comes closer home, this is what this pen-pusher hopes.
Bronze blackened by fingers,tactile traces,three dimensional visual joy.Ideas from a prison freed ,imagination illumed displayed forever as movement in still life.Touch a dream,for and by us ,be touched
Bronze blackened
by fingers
tactile traces
three dimensional
visual joy
imagination illumed
displayed forever
in stilled life
to touch a dream
&be touched
by
poses for posterity
human forms
in creative postures
displaying
the beauty
that resides
in us all
from finger
toe to torso
a visual close-up
life-size
sensuous & tactile
a journey
for the eyes
to dwell
& meditate
consider & respond
to an invitation
to kiss to think
to applaud
the inherent
sculptured
reality
Every trafficker has this green dream
Profit off of others bodies make money
Selling girls and selling their souls
Trying to outrun karma and Holy Ghost
Emerald eyes of the liquid law pales
Inside job if it was who will tell
Now doing time in a hot hell’s jail
He did not rule nations.
He ruled weakness.
Strings were pulled
not by force,
but by appetite.
By day, they wore crowns.
By night, masks.
Power learned to kneel
before desire.
I saw the silence.
Thicker than law.
Sweeter than gold.
Files do not scream.
They wait.
And waiting is power.
Men who preached order
followed a script
they never authored.
Epstein is gone.
The system remains.
What fed him
still feeds on secrecy.
Wars speak loudly.
Scandals whisper.
Truth moves slower
than ambition.
“What is done in darkness,”
history reminds us,
“returns with interest.”
Do not ask the dead.
Ask the structure
that protected them.
The cult was never one man.
It was permission.
THE GANG IS ALL HERE
JEFFREY HAD FRIENDS FAR AND NEAR
EXPOSURE BRINGS FEAR
What if Epstein was a blue bird ready to sing
Despite being found dead of a rope’s swing
Did he hide secrets of wealthy pedophiles
Pictures tell a thousand stories no denials