And then, in a twinkling, his light, it went out,
as the pair held that grip till his bones did give out.
Then they drew back their hands and were turning around,
as halls echoed death-throws, but none heard a sound.
They were dressed all in black from their heads to their feet,
not a word had been spoken as they tied up that sheet.
A bundled up sheet they had twisted and tied,
to convince all the masses of how he had died.
His eyes were now glazed, and they knew what to do,
with his cheeks turning ashen, his lips turning blue.
His mouth was wide open, his jaw hanging low,
as over the bedpost, the sheet they did throw.
The body let out one last hiss through it's teeth,
as the evil inside slithered out of this leech.
They took one last look to make sure he was dead,
then she laughed as her eyes were rolled back in her head.
He was chubby and plump, and alright with himself,
as he laughed then as well, as he feared for his health.
With a wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
she had given a look that said "laugh, or you're dead".
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and cleaned up the crime scene, in case someone should look.
As he laid a finger along side of his nose,
he said "that'll do nicely, for this job I suppose";
Then they sprang to the door and were soon far away,
Just another appointment on their calendar that day.
Had the cameras been on, then we all could have seen,
The "suicide hanging of Jeffery Epstein".
