Edison Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Edison, on, no, sin, son, is, Ed, den, side, die, dies! !
And now, you can see the face of the Devil in themm.
Ant, litigant!
Again and again;
But, he fell into the big hole.
Hilarious, serious!
To get to the point;
Like money-laundering.
String, sting!
On it,
Broken it! !
And now, you see the face of the Devil in them.
To get to the end,
Took, look!
But, the 'Pinocchio effect' gives away our lies.
String, strong!
A bucket full of tears;
Look, took!
Ruling in the name of the sword;
And now, your name is known all over.
Rober, probe!
Like the muse of your land at this present time;
Upon it,
Muse, fuse!
Broken into two;
With the negative attitudes of the people.
March, much!
Like the newspaper report with the articles;
Bin, bingo! !
And now, you can see the face of the Devil on them.