The news reporters are an avaricious flock A voracious wake of vultures. His carcass they scavenge with a squawk To them his science is dead. I am afraid for him, such a solid person. Always willing to help, to mentor Will the situation worsen? Where will I be now? This wake of vultures Probe and prod everyone in their path I hope I won’t be part of that culture I might wilt under their scrutiny I am off the stage and out of the scene It has nothing to do with me Far better to be unseen I’m glad I didn’t get what I wished for These electrochemists glide Like a conspiracy of ravens Their funded research cast aside Cold Fusion is their goal The news reporters are an avaricious flock A voracious wake of vultures. His carcass they scavenge with a squawk To them his science is truly dead.
