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A reply to the Void Entropy Society
Steve Turner
My calling is to dissect awful poetry with meaningful musings:
The Void Entropy Society
Robert Hawkins
A knock on my door,
Elicited my usual response.
Come on in Jubal.
How the hell you know it was me?
Because the dogs didn't react,
As if there was a steak on the front porch.
Damn, Bobby whats the matter with you?
Not me, Jubal the dogs just think you stink.
How the heck would they know?
Your whole place stinks.
Doesn't it matter to you?
Ah, Jubal the keyword again,
Matter.
Have a sit anywhere,
No,don't move the pizza cartons or the other stuff.
You will find that matter tends to compress,
Even under your ass.
Bobby, what in blazes are you talking about?
Jubal, I am a member of the Void Entropy Society.
The what society?
The Void Entropy Society.
Well, since I am its only member,
I will give you my definition.
Everything all matter is ephemeral, degrading.
To a universal inert state.
Bobby, did you say something?
It sounded like your dogs,
Have gas
This one is a little tougher
The Inert Phosphate Groupin by Steve Turner
I sometimes sit on my butt
Watching small ants move small particles of dirt
Out of their nest, one grain at a time.
Never hurrying, always in order,
Precisely placing their process cargo with suchness
Fred, my next door neighbor, stopped by,
Quizzically inquiring “what are you squatting for?”
I did not respond being so focussed
I laughed,
Only to myself,
Holding my arms around my knees as I shook with laughter.
Fred kicked the dirt
“Sometimes I just don’t understand you.
There is something not quite right about you.
You don’t kill defenseless animals and eat them
Like I do. You’re a pervert”.
I could tell the ants were on to something
There was a discoloration to the sand
They were bringing up
It looked different from normal shist or granite
Or sandstone
I retrieved my old chemistry set and tested it
Leaving the ants alive in the process
It was phosphate
And 93% pure
Do you know the price of phosphate today?
A large multinational company
Bought my house and land
And dynamited the phospate out of it
I was paid well
The ants weren’t.
Steve Turner has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Steve's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Steve's latest works: