Day 935, Jeff Epstein’s Dead (1) 

 

Jeff Epstein’s dead;

Poor Jeff Epstein’s dead.

Young girls can feel relief for miles around.

The daisies in the dell

Will give out a putrid smell

When Jeffrey Epstein’s laid beneath the ground.

 

Jeff Epstein’s dead;

Poor Jeff Epstein’s dead.

The cause of death right now is still obscure.

They found him in his cell.

Suicide?  Too soon to tell;

The Epstein case smells just like fresh manure.

 

Epstein, Epstein,

Procured young girls for rich and famous men.

Photos show Epstein with Trump;

Donald now says Jeff’s a chump,

But, in their pictures, both wear the same grin.

 

Jeff Epstein’s dead;

Poor Jeff Epstein’s dead.

How many men are glad that Epstein died?

He had a big, black book;

When we get to take a look,

From A to T, to Z, then we’ll decide.

 

Epstein, Epstein,

His services were only for the rich.

A massage cost you a lot.

If that’s not all you bought,

Then your masseuse came in without a stitch.

 

Jeff Epstein’s dead;

Poor Jeff Epstein’s dead.

The rich and famous can be reassured.

Barr will investigate;

No heart need fibrillate;

A cover-up is pretty much assured.

 

(1)  See “Poor Jud Is Dead,” from “Oklahoma,” by Richard Rodgers and Oscar 

Hammerstein, 1943.