Laws Cannot Hide Time Makes You Die

To slip a trap of culture,
The trickster, who is culture,
Suggests making more culture,
Advises telling mores lies.
A bawdy glissade, a wreath of flies,
A minor ruler who died
Two-thousand-plus years ago

Came to grief breaking the laws
Of his time, going to baths
And horsing around naked
With commoners. Symmetry
Respected, violated,
The physicists say: laws trapped
In their own way. We can't stay.