General Discussion

The Dems dropped some emails one night,
Epstein, Ghislaine, and Wolff in the light.
They whispered of Trump,
Of a dog that won’t thump,
And the world leaned in for the bite.

Jeff wrote, “That dog hasn’t barked — it’s Trump!”
“My victim saw him once, not a bump.”
Ghislaine mused back,
With her cool, poised knack,
“Been thinking on that…” — quite the slump.

Trump swore that the friendship was done,
Back when Epstein still thought sin was fun.
“He stole girls from my spa!”
He proclaimed with a “ha!”
And called all the questions a con.

Wolff typed, “Play it sly, my dear Jeff,
Let Trump hang himself, that’s the chef’s ref.
If he lies through his teeth,
There’s advantage beneath,
Or you save him — it’s politics’ theft.”

Then Jeffrey wrote Wolff from his lair,
“That Trump knew of girls — he was there.”
Before fate took him down,
And Maxwell wore the crown,
Of scandals too tangled to bear.

Now Congress reopens the chest,
Where secrets and scandals infest.
With emails unveiled,
And reputes assailed,
This opera’s not close to its rest.