“A professor of mine went to go hear Derrida speak once.
The entire talk was about cows; everyone was flummoxed
but listened carefully, and took notes about . . . cows.
There was a short break, and when Derrida came back
he was like, “I’m told it is pronounced ‘chaos.’”
- Tweet by P. Gentry.
The cows of chaos congregate
In pastures near the interstate.
They hope a truck will lose control,
Skid through the fence, and leave a hole
That lets the cows of chaos out
To start a frenzied bovine rout,
Where cattle run amuck and spread
The chaos dairy farmers dread.
They'll cause destruction, cow pies, and
Great conflagrations 'cross the land
That turn night skies from black to red --
Remember Ma O'Leary's shed?
You'd better hope you never see
The cows of chaos on a spree.
For now, they keep their plans concealed.
They amble slowly through the field,
Stare into space, chew cud, and graze
While dreaming of chaotic days.
Though plotting out a life of crime
They're never late at milking time.
