It can drive me mad, watching things unfold
When the idle minds of the present think
They'll take a set of cold facts, all stats known
Try to create a story, draw and quarter links
By such weave a mystery in the shadows
Ignoring the truth to find some way to gain
But their ideas are empty and hollow
As their intellectual efforts become stains
Poet's note:
I encourage free thinking, and I encourage debate and
revision when needed but fringe minds have begun to
express belief in a secret diary, written to support an
impossible fiction. Admiral Robert Byrd might have
failed in measurements or was flawed in ways, but I
promise, he never visited the center of the earth.
