Only one man cried,
To the hack at Rolling Stone,
And they say his mouth went astray,

Marked with a traitor’s shame,
But how else to play such a bad hand,
When the think-tanks await?

Career prospects dying all about,
He sang a coward’s tune,
It’s a suicide mission and a rout,
that’s making him blue,

He arrived so innocent,
But that was long ago,
His disillusion is illuminant,
But no one wants to know,

Scorned as the one who blabbed,
What do you do when you’re branded,
But still a yes-man?

Wherever you go,
to preserve your career,
The line you must toe,
To allay all their fears!