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 or 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 tend 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 nature I can not rectify,
but we are out of equilibrium unnaturally,
a pang of consciousness of death
and then you will agree