Lullaby For A Monster.

 

Lullaby For A Monster.

She stood and watched

her lover as he penetrated

the girl.  He’s six feet under

now - but to her he’s the world.

She fed his fragile ego with

lies about his manly ways,

yet now he’s six feet under

she still defends his glory days?

He owns her from beyond the gave,

lock stock and two smoking barrels,

and the orange protector that she

now owns, sits on a golden carriage

shitting himself in case - she

blabs about his paedophiliac ways,

they killed her lover but she is

smarter, and wrote about his torrid days.

“Release the Epstein Files”

they scream, as they sit upon

their hands – meanwhile innocent people

are being sent to die in distant foreign lands.

So sitting comfortably Ghislaine does

her merry dance, promising

not to sing her lullaby - about

all the rich who raped young girls

and none dare wonder why.

Why has she not had an accidental

suicide in her comfy cell?

Because the orange -

 turd and others know

her book their story tells!

So that’s the lullaby America

is dancing to, Trump’s protected by all

the rich who also fell, under Ghislaine and

Epstein’s paedophiliac evil spell.

For if she falls they fall -

and that they cannot allow,

so the monster is sitting safe -

well…

at least she is for now!