Thin Plot Premise
She thinks 'we are all living
in a simulation' is as absurd
as 'we are all dead
and the world is just
a fever dream', complete
with roses, music on the radio,
every board game ever made,
rain, steak houses, & the pain of
running your fastest mile
& I must admit it's a comfort
to think of every awful thing
I've ever said, the people I've hurt
needlessly will be wiped away
by an alien hand, which I imagine
must have scales and webbing
but might look like my own.
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