He keeps his invention locked in cellar gallery;
Scientific convention imposed impossibility,
He never does his work for dollar, fame or salary
and he only pays attention to energy that’s free.
His springs and pendulum, defying contravention,
perpetual momentum, his whole intention
he doesn’t mention, the purpose of his invention
to free orgone; under detached home, he develops it alone.
So genius stays hidden, and he is set free by and by;
Not always utterly smitten by the monumental lie,
Mess with corporation’s science, then you die!
So he looked for an alliance and he died
They burnt the notes he left when they took the story teller
Public-ally, gone, dereft, left us with liberation in the cellar