General Discussion

There once was a mogul with land,
A desert-sized kingdom so grand,
With a mansion and strip,
And a very dark trip,
That lawmen would half-understand.

They searched every townhouse and jet,
Epstein island was thoroughly swept,
New York got a glance,
Palm Beach had a dance,
But the ranch? Well, they haven’t been yet.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got it,” they said,
To New Mexico’s folks who’d been led,
“Stand down, step aside,
We’ll handle the ride,”
Then ghosted the trail up ahead.

Ten thousand wide acres of dust,
With secrets all buried in crust,
The barn and the gate
Still patiently wait—
Untouched, in official mistrust.

The basement might whisper, “Hey, you!
Perhaps there’s some digging to do?”
But silence instead
From agencies read:
“No comment.” (That’s all they construe.)

They promised the public their might,
That justice was firmly in sight,
Yet one massive scene
Stayed oddly unseen—
Out there in the desert sunlight.