ENTROPY


Random blobs of power expressed 
As that which we all disregard,
Ordered states of nature on a scale 
That no one thinks about,
Don't speak to me of anarchy of peace or calm revolt,
Man, we're in a play of slow decay 
Orchestrated by Boltzmann,
It's entropy, it's not a human issue,
Entropy, it's a matter of course,
Entropy, energy at all levels,
Entropy, from it you can not divorce
And your pathetic moans of suffrage 
Rend to lose all significance,
Extinction, degradation;
The natural outcomes of our ordered lives,
Power, motivation; 
Temporary fixtures for which we strive,
Something in our synapses assures us we're ok
But in our disquilibrium we simply can not stay,
It's entropy . . .
A stolid proposition from a man unkempt as I,
My affectatious I can not rectify,
But we are out of equilibrium unnaturally,
A pang of consciousness of death
And then you will agree. 

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