The Epstein Philes

uNreDAcTEd

photo: Jerome at Work, by BB Borne

I’m bending notes like
Benito sent smoke signals;
Symbols of hope 
MAGA revoked 
with noosed-rope 
principals.
It's simple: 
cracked cymbals, 
backbeats crippled,
triplets untripled.
Drowning down,  
Tsunami waves rippled. 

Into the suffocate storm 
piercing thorns 
torn 
into the worn fabric 
of spacetime 
out-of-line.
Aligned,
Persistent suppression of rhyme,
Distant,
Consistent propagation of crime,
Resistant, 
Suspension from leather strap line.

All winded up,
Locked in, 
Blinded down,
Blocked in.
The wind stands breathless,
Sin stands feckless,
Prevarication speaks reckless.
Yarns, woven into 
Balls of threat, 
Balls of domination, 
Balls of no regret,
Calendar girls, 
Children,
Victims,
Party pets.

Truth’s out -
it's rooted 
in toxic male regalia,
Flamboyant former frat boys,
Old man genitalia.
Step right up gents 
and buy your
Pedo-party paraphernalia!
The carnival barker in chief,
will never fail ya. 

The gale blows ice cold,
Frozen inside.
Cracked open and broken,
Epstein’s young brides.
The power groomsmen, 
lined up by Frankenstein’s side.
Not a one is hesitant -
Businessmen, Dukes and Presidents;
Authors, Politicians, Directors,
All private island residents.
There's plenty of precedence:
Caligula, 
Hitler, 
Marquis de Sade and
the child abuse master,
Dr. Larry Nassar.
Foreign assets.  
______

God, humanity, decency
all are fully forsaken;
Epstein's dead (perhaps) 
But Ghislaine ain't breaking. 
Pardon?
It's there for the taking. 
Impeachment?
Miller's head's shaking,
Justice?
Trump's ego's quaking.