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!
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