Simulations
Could all this talk
of a simulation matrix be real?
I'm pretty sure I saw myself
coming out of a dreamscape,
munching on an egg sandwich
I put together back in 82
when climbing a medium sized mountain
that looked like many others.
I'm almost sure I heard myself
echoing in your chest
as you heaved yourself
our of a mini-cooper
back in the day before you went keto.
The surgeon who took out my cancer
later died mumbling my name.
I'm nothing like my wife though,
not a bit like most folks,
however being my own kind of freak
makes me easier to be picked out,
more easily spotted in a crowd
wearing the same face
and baggy pants.
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