What if the world that we know
is just a two-bit reality show
or some high-def video game?
Wouldn’t it be terrible lame,
if we were the toys of an alien race
of underachievers from deep outer space?
What if our planet currently resided
on a beat-up, old card-table–lopsided,
in the basement of a strung-out dude
who sat around in a cloud in the nude?
What if all of the wonder and foreboding
is just the result of some skillful encoding?
By B Gourley in funny, humor, poem, Poetry, Science Fiction on November 19, 2013.