It's devil's work: whatever work you do,
The entropy increases in the system,
For every new addition adds to chaos,
For every silver lining has a cloud,
For every poem clutters up the net,
For every good is blind and open-ended
Belief there's no one to multiply
Our good intentions by a minus factor
Somewhere down the line of earthly causes,
And use them for the oft-repeated pavement
On well and truly traveled path to hell…
In quantum universe, its truth and justice
Remain uncertain till the Day of Judgment.
Uncertainty belies the surest things.
Indeed, in quantum logic, death and taxes
Are merely wave functions uncollapsed,
While two and two together add to more
Wave functions… Intel. Pentium inside.