Simulation Theory

U can call me a joker,

A fent abused smoker. 

But I got a good excuse,

This world's a game of poker.

I want to get back home,

Coz this world ain't my zone. 

U can all call me mad,

But ur all NPC drones.

My world got blown up,

A nuclear war was thrown. 

My body woke in a chair,

Sick, ill, this Sim is known. 

I need to get out of here,

Back to the world I cheer. 

I know ur all not real,

Want to make that clear.

Half u NPCs don't hv names, 

I'm playing PlayStation games. 

Stuck as the only RPC, 

No offence this Sim is lame. 

My Sim is a waste land,

NATO nuke war all planned.

But Russian hypersonics won,

N we all turned into sand.

So pls get me back home,

No more Ukrainian drones. 

Need some DMT to see reality 

To tell me what is known.

Stuck in a Sim that ain't mine,

U NPCs walk round just fine,

But I know this ain't reality,

I'm stuck with a bent out mind.

Need some help to get back,

Pls help me I'm on a sick rack,

My body ain't even my own,

Go on joke, n think I'm wack.

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The Golden Goddess

She's the Golden Goddess,

A great writer but always modest.

Teaches us N critically honest,

One of the few I'll truly miss.  

She's either mixed, coloured or black,

With pronouns that tickle my sack. 

Her skin will never ever crack,

N her writing is pretty whack. 

We all listen like kids,

As she lifts the literary lid. 

On poetry n stories already writ,

N let's us write our own shit.

She's a full Zoom faced wonder,

Teaches us all like rumbly thunder. 

Lightening fast we're no longer dumber,

N she ignores R odd writing blunder.

Our lessons R always a blast, 

Making us write gold, so very fast. 

Puts her college kids on their own arse, 

So I jus hope, my own poems will last. 

The Golden Goddess was a gift to me,

She helped set my own writing free.

But from Covid, we all had 2 flee,

To Facebook, phones n PCs.

So to Michele, I'll always say,

That on my very own final day.

I will appreciate u deeply always,

For allowing my work 2 B displayed. 

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