Saturday, November 30, 2002

ENTROPY

So what do I do with all these chips?
Tell me how to cope with all these rips.
Do I slither in between the open soars
and just hope to find the spores?
We play strange rolls
in these dancing holes.
Don't knock it till you've tried it
implies neither
that you should to try it
nor praise it.
So here we go again.
I'll do it,
if it buys your love.
I'll do it.
If that's as far as you can think,
just ask me then.
I'll do anything
if you tell me I have to,
when the ultimatum is implied
I'll always choose the sacrifice.
Now THERE'S my favorite vice.

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