| I’m indebted to my friend Dave for another offering for the Poem of the Week. As Halloween is approaching soon, this may help set the mood. Certain Doom at the Coffee Shop Entropy is at work on me I evaporate inevitably We all have a gradual wasting disease And so do the rocks and the roads and the breeze Our skin falls off and it turns into dust Erosion, abrasion, persuasion and rust Deteriorating as everything must In perishability we trust Entropy is at work on my chair Straight from the forest awaiting repair Less and less sturdy and less and less square Caveat sessor: the sitter beware Stars use up more of their fuel every day Galaxies wilt like exhausted bouquets Particles fizzle and photons decay Until all that is left is a uniform grey The heat death of the universe comes When every last cookie has crumbled to crumbs The singular sound a homogeneous hum A durable infinite ocean of numb There’s a good bit of time ’til the Earth is consumed Until all of the cosmos is running on fumes But the heat death of my coffee looms The cup becomes tepid too terribly soon I’m hoping to drink it ahead of this doom Entropy is at work on me And my metaphor philosophy But at least it treats us equally Proletariat, bourgeoisie Me and the bees and the birds and the trees My drink and my laptop battery Which I guess is as fair as fair can be We’ll all be grey eventually Guaranteed |
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