Gather round Nation, hear ye my tale Pull up a barstool, get a flagon of ale When the night grows dark and fear's all around Where is a beacon of hope to be found? It won't be politicians with their greed and corruption Nor in Hollywood with its lustful seduction The world needs a warrior who seeks only the truth Who loves long-reads and a stiff 80 proof They're the ones who will keep you in the loop With the hard-hitting stories and the latest hot scoop Their names you will find within yellowing pages Who disseminate wisdom of scholars and sages With a jaunty fedora and a sly, scampish look With a pint in the hand and a Moleskine notebook A small tape recorder for that loathsome transcribing Consoling themselves with frequent imbibing So let's raise a toast, but please don't forget The opinions expressed in this poem do not reflect Those of my employer, the words are mine alone And the Pint and the Pageman is my only home! Cheers!   Listen to the full episode at patreon.com/blink155