Entropy

Great and mighty grandeur grows from items inconsequential;

Small things to grand accomplishments proceed whenever a wee potential

Sprouts like a seed...

Take the example of a little green shoot without nutrients or water or encouragement which is on barren ground residential:

It nevertheless draws forth the energy to become a noxious weed.

If it had, on the other hand, been a flower delightful to behold, it would not for long have been existential,

But would have shriveled up and died from drought and need.

Yes, and just a little dent where the car-door went makes way

For lovely orange rust;

Yes, and just one loosened strap or stay

May sag the buxom bust;

Yes, and even the dent and even the stay will one day pass away.

The universe runs by entropy, you see (or truer, it runs down):

At least, that is the theory that a physicist laid on me

Just before he climbed aboard Flight 1508 to postulate his theories to a group of physicists in another town,

And he went into an aircraft that went into a tailspin to bury him in the countryside because the cables

leading to the ailerons didn't function properly,

Having weakened and snapped to prove the theory of entropy.

Yes, and trumpets coincidentally left upon the frequented paths of elephants

Will play notes as flat as asymptotes and lose their tootiness;

Yes, and pewter left outside exposed to natural elements

Without proper varnish will soon tarnish and will lose its pewtiness.

Yes, and even the elephants and even the elements will one day lose their eminence.

Consider how a minor engineering flaw

May become a major manufacturing defect,

Causing frustration and aggravation and leading perhaps in the cases of automobilesto increased traffic death and mayhem such that the car company is summoned before a court of civil law,

And before you know it, the car has been recalled and its reputation is in the toilet and its quarterly earnings fall by hundreds of

millions of dollars just because of one tiny little blip in one minor blueprint that should have been a reject.

Yes, and skates left on the basement stairs in pairs may trip you up

And send you soon to an early swoon in services solemnly funereal.

Yes, and excessive fructose from crates of dates, when squeezed into your cup

May be too much, or not enough, and such will cause your burial.

Yes, and even the skates and even the dates will know when their time is up.

Yes, and don't let your schemes and all your dreams of immortality rise to your head

But remain somewhat wary,

For your own demise is on the rise,

with entropy not just breaking down the skin on your shin

and putting the skids on your bicuspids

and rankling your wrinkles

and adding a sheen where your hair had been,

but also fiddling with your kidneys

and erasing any gain you've made with your brain

and pulling the electrical impulses to your heart apart -

Regardless if you're sitting down in the best part of town

or if you've gone to bed well fed,

Cuz' entropy puts the sting on every necessary thing

and makes you temporary,

Yes, and even you will soon be through, and then you will be dead.

- Richard Hacken