Do What You Will With This Information

Take a two-headed trick coin.
Flipping it tells you nothing.
The outcome was preordained.

As Shannon entropy goes,
Zero bits will signal this
Just fine, lossless compression.

In a fated universe,
There’s no more information
Needed. Nothing’s surprising

To the God of all boredom.
But let’s go back to that coin,
No tosses necessary

To know it will come up heads,
No bits spent to encode it.
Would you say it’s meaningless?

Depends whose coin, doesn’t it?
Depends on the stakes. Meaning
Depends on who’s just asking.