A Big, Gay Party—On Epstein Island

Touch her shoulder,
And draw her near.
A deep, deep breath;
The scent of her hair,
Will linger in your senses.
An enduring memory.

Off to Staples,
To buy some printer paper.
What do you mean,
It’s shut down?
I have photos of,
(Sexy kids),
My dead wife to print out!
UGH!!!!!!
Dickhead!

And now,
Ladies and gentlemen,
A rhyme:
Big, hairy bum,
And a bucketful of cum.

It’s the final wipedown.
Why has nobody,
In the history of cinema,
Made a horror movie,
Called The Scarecase?
A movie,
About a scary staircase?
There’s one for you,
To chew over.

Pißflaps.