NaPoWriMo 2025, day 19: entropy blues

some say the world’ll end with a bang

some say it ends in a whimper

some say in fire and sturm und drang

some say with a traitor’s kiss and simper

i fear miss universe will wither away

no matter how we prop and primp her

.

creation came with a big explosion

heat and accretion and spin

now we are witness to a slow erosion

randomness creeping on in

miss universe has started to tilt and sway

intoxicated by a black hole’s mickey finn

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who cares? you say–we’ll be long gone by then

i care! miss universe weeps in shame

my candle burns and so do mice and men

no matter who or what may bear the blame

and it will be as if we’ve never been

no dice, no pieces, no game board, no game

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but at the heart of science is Doubt

and no one knows for absolutely sure

and if existential gloom lurks about

why then have a shot of Doubt for a cure

and after two or three you’ll twizz n flout

n miss universal look downright demure