(“Everything tends to greater randomness.”)

The watch-strap breaks, the car won’t start,
The battery’s dead, the ink runs out,
There’s a nail in the tyre, the printer jams,
Now the toilet’s blocked. “F*** it!” I shout,

Hoping the neighbours can’t hear. Being alive,
Not being dead, is a losing fight
With cussedness, with entropy,
And the stupid blighters who won’t see the light….

But, if you’re lucky enough to live long,
To eighty, say – embrace the flow,
Read what you like, stop being Head Girl,
Eat chocolate for breakfast. Friend, let go!