They sat like mourners from the gravesite,their hankies in their hands.
I motioned to a regular, who were these people, so bereaved?
"Why that's "The Nifong-Must-Have-Something Club"... still struggling to believe."
"The President is Nancy Grace, she flew in to lead the wake.
She ducked out of BOTH her TV shows...the pain too much to take!
And Greta's Ted is next to her, his head upon her knee!
Babbling "But the D.A. must have something! Ask the NC NAACP!"
"That's Cousin Clakki to the left. His mascara smudged and smeared.
The media's "Family Spokesman" sees the end of his career.
No more gigs on Greta, pushing Two Million Dollar Lies!
Though Cash still finds him credible, so locally, he'll survive."
"The fellow laying on the floor runs the local Herald Sun.
Just excoriated nationally, he lays there and sucks his thumb.
It was 'Prop! Prop! Prop!' for Nifong from Bob Ashley...everyday!
Bet they'll be no editorial in the Herald Snooze today!"
"The poodle-headed lawyer is Bourlon, Lap-dog Supreme.
When Nifong hollered 'Fetch', he ran onto the TV screen
He rolled over everytime, but now the Master's case has died.
And Bourlon's credibility is in that Lapdog Kennel-in-the-Sky."
"Burness of Duke sits next to him, with fire in his eyes.
Every 15 minutes, he shouts outloud, "Can't make ME apologize!"
"For What? "For What And if I did..what would I ever say?
And if I did, I never get my dinner date with Holloway! '"
"Cash Michaels is the pensive guy...he almost got it right.
He might have been The Hero now, but he "caved" and left the fight.
From truth to trolling message boards,Sister Survivor's web defender.
He moans aloud, 'I had my chance! I could have been a real Contender!'"
"The guy with the ice pack on his head is Duff Wilson of the Times.
He claims Gottlieb's riveting novelette convinced him of the crime.
I asked 'Was THAT the 'body of evidence 'you wrote of in July?'
He growled, 'Who ARE YOU to ask? I'm from the NEW YORK TIMES!'"
I thanked the fella for his words, and pulled out my credit card.
Took one last look at the corner group...dreams certainly die hard.
But then Nancy took a cell phone call and tension left her joints.
She said, "This call's from Georgia...we've got new talking points!"
"Ignore Cooper! Ignore INNOCENT! Ignore THERE WAS NOT A BIT OF PROOF!
Just say, 'Well, SOMETHING happened!" Who gives a damn about the Truth!"
So at the end, it came to this: they had little left to say.
And The Nifong-Must-Have-Something Club folded up and slunk away.