Putting himself out there always felt false.
Like a needy child begging for attention.
So he didn’t.
In fact, he never did.
But all his paperwork he filed neatly and took comfort.
Then at an old, dignified, age he died.
POOF!
Like a flash in a pan.
And having no children or siblings,
and parent’s long since deceased,
his work was collected, studied, and praised.
Subsequently, a non-profit was established in his honor.
It was known as the
Paul Edgar Neilson Institute of Science.
Two weeks later Donald Trump was elected president.
Rallies were held in resistance.
The subway fare increased by a quarter.
And somewhere in Ohio, a child was born.
Oddly enough, when developed research
from the Institute was reported, twice,
sometimes three times a day, news networks
always chose the Institute’s name in full,
rather than the acronym.
While reporting rape allegations against Bill Cosby,
suicides over deportation and middle school bullying,
LGBTQ night club shootings and terrorist beheadings,
reporters, like grade school kids
just couldn’t bring themselves to say it with a straight face.
Plus, having to rectify the situation, each time
assuring there was no pun intended got tiresome.
Then much later, unannounced to the public, they knocked down the Institute.
POOF!
The reason being American’s no longer needed Science.
And in it’s place, built a grand hotel decorated in gold –
another Trump Tower.
Words Of An Average White Male 