The Scientist Strikes Out
The scientist was working late in his lab.
He was close to success and he was glad.
He had loved super heroes all his life.
He often shared his desire with his wife.
Now, he was on the verge of discovery.
A super hero that would set us all free.
It would happen right here in his lab.
He was so excited, he was almost mad.
All his creation needed was a transfusion.
Super infused blood. It was no illusion.
His creation would then come to life.
No frankincense monster. It was his wife.
She volunteered. Or, so it would seem.
To convince her, he went to the extreme.
So, carefully, the transfusion began.
The result of this should make him the man.
Once completed, slowly, she began to rise.
Then, she began to yell, much to his surprise.
“Come here you little runt” “Bring me water.”
“Hurry, or I’ll kick your ass!” “Why bother.”
“I could mash you like a bug. You hear!”
“Yes,—– you have a lot to fear!”
“I am not becoming a super hero for you.”
“I am going to do just what I want to do.”
“I will be a couch potato. You’ll care for me.”
“Anything I want you will get.” “You see!”
“Your life will be a living hell.”
“While mine will be doing real swell.”
“Make one mistake and I’ll rip you apart.”
“That is coming straight from my heart.”
“You know what I am able to do.”
“After all, I was created by you.”
The scientist had created a living monster.
It will be hell to take her to a concert.
His life was done. There was no way out.
No one will know what this is about.
They will call him ‘Mr. Milktoast.’
He decided he would rather be a ghost.
So, he tried to snuff himself out.
He didn’t succeed. She called him a lout.
When she was done he wished he was dead.
Why, oh why had they ever wed.
Let all this be a warning to all others.
Never marry a monster. Stay with your mothers.
———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)