Entropy: A Play in One Act
Entropy: A Play, in One Act
I once went to the state of entropy, just outside of Philadelphia, the birthplace of cream-cheese. I was stationed there, on my way to Nam….that’s Vietnam, if you get my drift. I thought, “Hey!” One last fling with Bobbie Sue, before I leave on the last train to Clarkesville. I tried to fling her sister, but she was as fat as a Mastodon. Not a large one, but large enough. That’s when Hemingway tried to start a fight. So I says “Listen! You old bastard! Don’t make me clean your clock.” Hemingway responded; “A man’s clock is his castle, and if he don’t keep it clean, he could be eaten by a shark.” I knew that he had me—at that moment—and there would be no turning back. Not now! Not ever!
Bust' a Crab!
I once went to the state of entropy, just outside of Philadelphia, the birthplace of cream-cheese. I was stationed there, on my way to Nam….that’s Vietnam, if you get my drift. I thought, “Hey!” One last fling with Bobbie Sue, before I leave on the last train to Clarkesville. I tried to fling her sister, but she was as fat as a Mastodon. Not a large one, but large enough. That’s when Hemingway tried to start a fight. So I says “Listen! You old bastard! Don’t make me clean your clock.” Hemingway responded; “A man’s clock is his castle, and if he don’t keep it clean, he could be eaten by a shark.” I knew that he had me—at that moment—and there would be no turning back. Not now! Not ever!
Bust' a Crab!