Entropy
Just found that one of my exes got married. Time to re-evaluate my life. I guess it’s OK. This is a partly fiction poem on my general mental vicinity. My head’s generally in shape but the details are all messed up. We’re having the next Open Mic thing next Thursday, March 5th. Should be good.
Entropy
I have my own apartment
I buy my own shoes
It feels like I’m a grown up
Yet everyday I lose
There’s geckos on the ceiling
Roaches on the loose
A rat lived in my kitchen
Till I stopped buying food
My walls are soaked with water,
Dyed blue and grey and used
My toilet doesn’t flush that well
I’m confronted by my poo
We’re at war with the jungle
And every day we lose
I’m surrounded by animals
They take me for a fool
The dogs show me their testicles,
The cats pee on my car
I see them mate in public
I hear them fight and spar
Polecats run across my roof
Bugs occupy my boxes
Mosquitos buzz inside my net
Something eats my soxes
There are things I’m scared to open
Doors I don’t unlock
Everything is broken
I hear my neighbors talk
When I go out of town
To try and get away
The bathroom floor is always wet
Poop problem’s just the same
While I’m there I break my car
Quite often in the rain
The spare tire has got a flat
The bill will be insane
If I get back home
In one piece on three wheels
I’m still living in bedlam
Scrounging every meal
Trishaw drivers cut me off
Security guards say no
The cops they take my license
But let that bugger go
My paperwork is all fucked up
My desktop is a mess
I have no fucking money
The girl needs a new dress
And if I try to take her out
Her friends all want a ride
They’re killing my suspension
I can’t fit eight inside.
When I go out to the bar
Everyone is broke
My credit card’s on fire
My wallet smells of smoke
I don’t want to look a scrub,
So I buy them a round
I step up to the ATM
I hear my mother frown
My grandfather’s in hospital
A long prolonged decay
I haven’t heard him speak in years
Achchi prays and prays
My auntie’s inconsolable,
Her children went away
One of them died too young
The others took a plane.
My cousin is a total spaz,
He bites and chews and gnaws
I tried to teach him tennis
He hit me in the balls
I don’t know where to end this piece
The list goes on and on
Everything is all fucked up
And everything is wrong
But if you see a child that says
‘I can’t wait to grow up’
Smack them hard across the face
And tell them of my luck
This is highly dubious. Miss Travel is a travel/social networking site that connects ‘Generous’ and ‘Attractive’ travelers. To, like, travel together, I guess. It all seems a bit like arranged prostitution and trafficking. This is part of a broader online trend to connect rich men to younger, attractive women. Sites like 
Sri Lankan domestics never say anything, they just stop coming. My maid just stopped coming and when I finally pressed her she said I needed to get a washing machine. I was hoping to ride this one out, but I’ve run out of underwear and I have no choice. I finally caved and bought a washing machine, from 
There’s nothing wrong with pornography, but there’s a lot wrong with porn. Nothing wrong with watching people have sex, but too often that sex is brutal, senseless and coerced. I mean how many couples are coming on each others faces every day? Hence, philosopher king Alain de Botton – after calling for a 
Sri Lanka is going to start offer 
hilarious ! wait. who died too young?
Now you know why I never grew up!
One of your your ex’es got married? Who’s the bride? Did he invite you to the wedding?
Just noticed this. For future reference, I do not consider it an insult to be called gay.
neat.
Loved it.. simple and straightforward but has some kind of a rhyme in it to read.
brilliant simply brilliant! totally made me day hahahah good one Indi.
LOL that was just excellent!
painful shit man painful shit. i feel you. especially the financial fire and smoke
Cool, glad you guys liked it. Always wonder if I should post more poetry here or not
Lol! Awesome piece of writing. I know at least 2 people who’d like to think they’re vexed by all these daily. You men, what whiners! :D
*ducks. runs.*
Btw, yes, more poetry in here please.
Brilliant stuff!!!
But it gave me an overwhelming urge to stop messing about and get my life in order. Hopefully, the feeling will pass soon…
Hope you fixed that flush!
why do you call this entropy?
In many branches of science, entropy is a measure of the disorder of a system. In thermodynamics entropy is a measure of the unavailability of a system’s energy to do work (Wiki)
Loved it, hilarious and has a nice rhyme to it…
i thought i’d share this with you:
http://www.kanabona.com/kanabona/?q=science_entropy_part_i_irreversibility_and_disorder