He counts toys. We count crimes.
Michael “Gene” Scott
December 26, 2025
🧸 Where Did All Those Children Go?
“Tell me who’s been playing with the thirty-seven dolls…”
They want us to forget.
The planes.
The flight logs.
Men with their arms around girls who couldn’t drive, couldn’t vote, couldn’t escape.
We know what happened on that island.
Jeffrey didn’t kill himself.
The cameras went dark.
The files got sealed.
The client list never dropped.
We know who was there.
“I’ve known Jeff for fifteen years. Terrific guy. He likes beautiful women as much as I do, and many of them are on the younger side.”
— Donald Trump, on the record.
Then he became president.
Twice.
Now he’s standing in a Pennsylvania casino two weeks before Christmas, telling mothers their daughters don’t need thirty-seven dolls.
Two or three is plenty.
Your little girl can do with less.
This man is counting our daughters.
We’re supposed to take advice from him?
He partied with a child predator for twenty years.
Flew on the planes.
Posed for the pictures.
Watched the files seal and said nothing.
Where’s the client list?
Where did those children go?
They protected him.
All of them.
Your daughter gets two dolls.
He gets a $400 million jet from Qatar.
You choose between groceries and gifts.
He sits on billions in foreign money.
You explain why there’s less under the tree.
Foreign buyers pay millions for dinner at his golf club.
The money isn’t what keeps us up.
It’s the silence.
Twenty years with a trafficker.
Exposed.
Exposed again.
Nothing.
No names.
No list.
Just a billionaire telling you what your little girl needs.
🧸 “37 Dolls” — A Protest Song
By Michael Gene Scott
He says your daughter don’t need thirty-seven dolls
Two or three will do — gotta live inside these walls
But he builds a tower, wants a kingdom in the sky
Four hundred million came from Qatar — don’t ask why
Thirty-seven dolls, thirty-seven dolls
He’s counting every penny while the empire sprawls
From the princes and the sheikhs who bought his golden soul
Tell me, who’s been playing with the thirty-seven dolls?
Jeffrey flew them silent — kept them on the plane
Said he liked them pretty — then the silence came
Photos from the parties, twenty years they smiled
Now the evidence is buried, classified and filed
Thirty-seven dolls, thirty-seven dolls
Porcelain faces in the mirrored halls
Someone’s pulling strings behind the velvet folds
Tell me, who’s been playing with the thirty-seven dolls?
Two billion from the Saudis — Jared’s fee for looking away
Crypto out of Beijing, debts that don’t decay
Wallets with no names buying time and grace
Seven hundred thousand burned — he didn’t feel a thing
She lines her dolls beneath the evening news
He points to one and says, “You’ll have to choose”
Mama pulls her close and whispers, “Close your eyes”
But even little girls can hear the lies
They dined together, flew together, partied until dawn
Young girls poured the drinks — and then the footage was gone
The files are sealed, the questions died
He’s selling sacrifice while the music plays on
Thirty-seven dolls, thirty-seven dolls
Bleeding out the future through the marble walls
The puppet and the master — neither one atones
Tell me, who’s been playing with the thirty-seven dolls?
And why won’t he leave those children alone?
Every age has sellers, every throne a golden lie
They trade the children’s futures watching markets rise
Jimmy sold his peanuts — Donald sold the throne
From the pyramids to Wall Street, it’s the same blood and bone
Thirty-seven dolls, thirty-seven dolls
He’s looting the republic while the gavel falls
Cracked and hollow — painted smiles in rows
Tell me, who’s been playing with the thirty-seven dolls?
And where did all those children go?
Your daughter doesn’t need them
That’s what the man declared
While the money changed hands
And the cameras went dark
From the island
To the tower
To the White House throne
Tell me…
Who’s been playing with the thirty-seven dolls?
And why won’t he leave
Those children
Alone
✍️ About the Author
Michael Gene Scott is an Appalachian writer, songwriter, and independent publisher. His work blends folk‑noir protest music and literary nonfiction rooted in the rural South, examining faith, power, memory, and moral reckoning.
He publishes essays, songs, and longform work at GeneScottBooks.com.
🔔 Never forget.
“37 Dolls” is for everyone who hasn’t forgotten.
Every parent whose stomach dropped.
Everyone still waiting for the names.
Everyone who knows why those cameras failed.
