The Epstein Profligacy Parlour Poem by Chidi Anthony Opara, FIIM, CDOA

Like moths beckoned by flame
Horny state agents,
Horny royals
And horny money mongers,
An unscrupulous lot gather
When Epstein beckons.

The Epstein beckons,
An invitation to gather,
An invitation to sin,
An invitation to relish abomination.

When Epstein beckons,
Horny pedophiles assemble,
Gleefully
Fondling the pubics
Of the under aged.

State secrets are revealed
In fits of sexual ecstasy.
Public funds
Meant for public welfare
Are expended
At the Epstein profligacy parlour.

The state was on tether,
Big business was on tether,
Epstein
Was holding the tether.