Dancing in the Epstein Files

The servers are whirring, the secrets are spilling. A story so

dirty, it's got the world chilling. The list is all public,

the names on the page. From a whole generation lost in a golden cage.

There's pictures of gunnies on islands of sand. Where the financiers touched almost anything

but grain. And in all the confusion, the noise and the dread.

Two names stand out, raising the dead. And they're dancing in the files,

a two-step of shame. Donald and Bubba, they're playing the game.

One says he barely knew him, a quick passing glance. The other one's