To the Belmont Club

Each day when I come to the Club and I read
Following hungers beyond my control
I silently spectate beyond any need
To add from my meager mind's rigamarole

The Wretchard he brews 
The members they chug
A cocktail of news from the world's daily churning
A treasure of clues
For years I have dug
Since back before fallbackBelmont I've been learning
With my RSS and my Google Feedburning
Enjoining this geopolitical yearning

I knew in my deepest of hearts I've been grey
Since Whittle wrote Tribes on that fateful morning
And if I survive the Calamitous Day
Once I finish praying and calming and mourning
I'll cling to the shadows and hide in the ruins
And speak the word Belmont among refugees
And if they be Trojans or if they be Bruins
Yet only the Clubbers will put me at ease
That on the far side of the death and disease
We might not repeat our demise by degrees
Having studied man's fate far beyond the wide seas