Bad Scientists, Poem by Douglas Scotney

not malicious,
but bad in the sense that
no-one could be qualified
to do what they were doing,
were looking into the mind
to determine its state of health.

They were scapegoats
of those who needed empirical fact
to do what they would do,
and who
would sacrifice the few
in the name of
what good was in the many.

Unqualified as they were,
they got fun
out of what they were finding,
until the little good there was
crept up from their looking
and set their minds unwinding.