“ON UNSPEAKABLE CRIMES . . . AND PUNISHMENT”

Most animals don’t copulate
Unless it’s time to procreate;
We humans are the only ones who do it just for pleasure.

It isn’t reproductive need — oh,
No, it’s simply our libido
That guides us in deciding how to use our time of leisure.

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But look at where it’s gotten us,
That ever-present driving lust,
Combined with the entitlement that comes with tons of money:

Those lovely girls, so young and sweet,
Destroyed at Jeffrey Epstein’s feet,
By his debauched, disgusting friends who think it’s all so funny.

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And those who have protected them,
By one who has directed them
To hide the trail of evidence that surely would reveal them

Will fry in hell one day as well,
Despite the bill of goods they sell,
When Trump, no longer president, won’t be there to conceal them.

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That day cannot come soon enough,
When decent folks will call their bluff,
And prosecute them in the way of which they are deserving.

They’ll spend their few remaining years
Among their lowlife prison peers.
For them there will be no more lying, raping, theft or perving.

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And all their victims will rejoice
When justice finally finds its voice,
And openly concedes that what was done was so horrendous

That, though it cannot be undone,
At least now peace to them will come,
And knowledge that the criminals no longer will offend us.

No one can hide forever.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
5/2/26