
Joejoe
Apr 281 min read
The Gilded Cage of the Epstein Class
I’d carve my name in granite, high and bold, While I watch the city burn to tarnished gold. A battleship of iron, salt, and pride, To carry all the secrets I must hide. I’d hold the gavel, freeze the shifting sands, And clutch the ticking clock with shaking hands. If shadows fall and voters turn away, I’ll find a war to keep the light of day. A "crisis" brewed to stop the coming tide, With nowhere left for honesty to hide. I’ll flood the zone with static and with lies, Until
