This thread’s been up for quite awhile
And some may think it’s plain senile
This Death Ray thread done 20’s style
Should not be something you revile
We’ve had a lot of things to say
About this awesome beam array
Perhaps to some of your dismay
It made Threadspotting just today
You may have thought, this thread’s a farce
This Death Ray came from someone’s 'arse
It’s true that good cite’s can be sparse
But it’s all here for you to parse
You claim our Death Ray’s not for real
You say our story’s too piecemeal
You swear they’re plastic, not of steel
Tonight, our claims, I’m here to seal
This story started long ago
Way back before the Art Deco
Our man he was a slight weirdo
But damn his toys were quite nouveau
He was a genius with a spark
He did such strange things with an arc
Some will say he was a lark
And yet indeed, he left his mark
He pioneered magnetic field
He helped inventors get some yield
Before some knobs one day he kneeled
A sparking coil, he revealed
So many patents, he did file
It took a toll on his lifestyle
He worked so hard he’d barely smile
Inventions, patents, he had a pile
One day men came, some men in black
As he sat down to have a snack
They said it best that he should pack
Or that his head they just might crack
Now where they took him we don’t know
It may have been deep down below
They said they needed some gizmo
That could destroy without ammo
Here the details may grow thin
But what I say is not a spin
His greatest work he did begin
It started with a piece of tin
We don’t know all of what transpired
Or what components he required
But in the end, he had hardwired
That Death Ray which these men desired
It took him years, this we know
But then his toil began to show
He’d found the perfect volt outflow
A beam of light began to show
Pull the trigger, right away
A beam of light, there would play
Where it lit there’d be a fray
And man or beast it would sautee
Now when it all was said and done
Our country had a fearful gun
A sturdy man could not outrun
This thing would make us number one
He told them it was time to pay
They said come back another day
And here our man was led astray
For they had stolen his Death Ray
They told him not a word to say
They made him promise to obey
They took him to the first highway
And left him there to his dismay
Now that such a time had passed
His lifelong work had been surpassed
His fortune lost, that he’d amassed
Amongst his peers he’d been outcast
He tried his best to start anew
So many things he thought he’d do
Wardenclyffe, he did eschew
But in the end he just withdrew
Now we come to '43
Quite a bit more elderly
His heart it gave a final plea
Nikola Tesla, ceased to be
It’s quite a story, that I’ve told
But don’t discount it 'cause it’s old
There’s more to this still to unfold
Don’t take my word, its been foretold
We Death Ray fan’s have been at work
Nikola’s dream we did not shirk
Our Death Ray guns are just a perk
At that I’ll ask you not to smirk
Now here is what I must extol
We’re oh so close to hit our goal
With X-ray tubes we’re on a roll
We’ll soon unveil our first wormhole
It’s then that we’ll have all we need
Unlimited energy, at high speed
For all this oil we’ll have no need
On that we all can be agreed
We’re near to tapping Zero Point
And he who does it, we’ll anoint
A hero, him we will appoint
For now, this story’s reached endpoint…
…and I shall smoke another joint
SAM I AM!
- Mike Showell - 8/19/03 for the SDMB