An Ode To The Mob

My friend, my friend, please, allay;
It was always going to be that way.
One thing of which humans ought not be proud?
Humans, humans, in a crowd.

When Telsa with success brushed,

He needed to be quickly crushed

Here’s a tiny little tiff:
Forget unlimited power from Wardenclyffe.

Tesla was strange. Tesla was weird.

Little mustache. Never a beard.

Very weird. Let’s be realistic.

Tesla was probably really autistic.

Edison was a promoter

And a bit of a steal-your-coat-er

Of the two geniuses in question

Edison’s more worth arrestin’.

The truth? You can’t handle.
Falsehood’s a bonfire, truth a birthday candle.

There’s an Edison, New Jersey. That’s power.

And then there’s an abandoned Tesla tower.

Long Island waits, alone, quiet
Corporate America doesn’t buy it.
Even Tesla Cars, electric breath
Had to come after Tesla’s death.

Here are some hard truths
Please feel free to inspect them:
What delicate wonders, I wonder, are gone
For want of the strength to protect them?

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(This is a restatement of Bruce Lee’s quote by Dr. Han, the antagonist in “Enter The Dragon”: “Who knows what delicate wonders have died out from the world…for want of the strength to protect them?”)

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On a different poetic note, try A Short Tale of Coyote and Titania — Jeff Mach Writes.

My name is Jeff Mach (“Dark Lord” is optional) and I build communities, put on events, and make stories come into being. I also tweet a lot over @darklordjournal.