Chaos Theory

The Second Law of Thermodynamics, the most fundamental of all natural laws: Everything tends to chaos.

My Mum told me to tidy up my squalid little mess;

She’s tired of all the clothes that lie around when I undress.

But just one look around my room’s enough to make me flee,

Then when she finds out where I’m hid I get the third degree.

And usually then she gets so mad she grounds me in my quarters,

And doesn’t let me out ‘til I’ve done everything I oughta.

It takes me hours and hours, you know it really isn’t fair,

Why should I be the one to have to tidy up in there?

And just because some aunt or other’s coming round for tea,

I have to spend all afternoon indoors – with no T.V!

But think of this, you know it’s true; it isn’t worth the trouble,

‘Cause in a day or two, no more, the chaos will be double.

It just builds up all by itself, quite of its own volition;

It’s like my room and all my clothes are on a secret mission

To generate disorder, (makes no odds if I take part).

It really is enough to make a boy like me lose heart.

Seems nature finds a tidy room a true abomination

And she considers anarchy a cause for celebration.

I told my Mum that scientific proof exists to show;

A tidy room has no place in the natural ebb and flow.

But she just frowns as she surveys the warzone panoramic,

Her laws know thermal underwear but not thermodynamics.