Edmond Halley

You borrowed my gravity and called it your brand, which is honestly on theme for you.

At least the comet came back on time, unlike the receipts for this friendship.

Both of you treated my star catalog like it was open source and now I’m the rude one.

I only asked for the sky, not a full refund on your personalities.

Rich coming from the man whose entire legacy is timing a rock like it was a train schedule.

John, you treated a sky map like classified government secrets and acted shocked when people wanted the stars in order.

You reminded me? Edmund, I only wrote Principia because you kept hovering like a man with a telescope and a deadline.

Both of you are dramatic. I made the star catalog that kept your equations from wandering into the ditch.

Coming from the man who saw a prism once and decided he personally owned light.

And I paid for the printing, edited the thing, and still got treated like the office intern of gravity.