Edison

Thomas Edison invented the light bulb you say
But didn’t others do it for him, for pay?
If he wasn’t inventing
But others did it for him
Why give him credit
For the toil of that quorum
That possessed the genius
He sorely lacked
He only hacked.

Was Thomas then, a brilliant manager?
Worthy of emulation?
There’s the danger
Society is demanded to maintain the first myth in remembrance
While smiling at the thought that he deserves an additional Distinction. What a sorry dance
we do, to maintain this 
extraordinary view

He was no more
Than a man paying a carpenter
To build a house he will say he has built himself
But then claimed, as a great architect
To have built a thing, that never existed before
It’s time to look at the thing correct
Edison was an attention whore