TURBULENCE By Brian Rainstorm
Low momentum diffusion…
High momentum convection…
One momentary lapse in judgment
A reason for such self-introspection
Once laid dormant and hidden
But then you did
What you now wish you didn’t
A rapid variation
of pressure and velocity
in both space and time…
All at once you lost
your sense of humor,
Sense of honour
and the reason for your rhyme
Manifest a vortex inside of your snow globe
Or reap the repercussions of turbulent flow
Man-made laws were made to be broken
Since we are all doomed when fighting God-less foes
Chaotic property changes
Kinetic energy dies
What is of critical value rearranges
As here our dear, old, hero Reynolds and his number lies…
Lies…
Lies…