Disarray

BLESSED DISARRAY! There’s one thing that’s assured in this physical world More than death and taxation so physicists say It’s the increase in entropy, time unfurled Or in other words there will be more disarray Now I’m not being morbid asserting this fact (Only true without man sticking long finger in) And there are some of us with compulsion to act And resist ineluctable chaos and spin But imagine the converse some might choose to hold Each atom in total controlled and neat stack Every instant with utter precision pre-told And announced in a modern Old Moore’s Almanac There are days when we feel: Just a moment! Hold on! Could I have some more predictability sure I’ve enough of this chaos so let it be gone And I’ll live more like my perfect neighbour next door But then what of the thrill when we once get it right No not every time; that’s for slaves not the free The uncertainty principle kept in our sight Will give us some relief from that old ennui So join with me to now go forth boldly and say That perfection unlimited with no adverse And no portion of spices of disarray That alternate bland menu could be but a curse