The “Reality Is A Simulation” Theory Just Got An October Update

What if the zombie apocalypse happened

And humans have already died

And we’re all undead, but inside our heads

Reality’s fully denied

And we go on thinking “this burger is yummy”

When really we’re eating a brain?

It may not be true but, between me and you,

It’s a thought I just might entertain…

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If You Say “Permit”, Then You Ain’t It

For some it is abortion,

Gun rights, free speech, or war;

For others, immigration

Decides who you’re voting for.

I think an underrated issue

That would influence my vote

Is your opinion on the legality

Of building your own moat.

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My Life

Procrastination

Is a 9:00 PM haiku

In a parking garage

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My Response When Invited To Social Gatherings

Why and what and where and when

And tell me who are you again?

That’s great! Now I really know

Where I will never, ever go.

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Art Majors

Blank white canvas sheet

Spot of yellow on the side

PhD Thesis

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33-31

There were two Washington teams

Both with football victory dreams

But one took command

And threw proverbial pocket sand

And now Seattle is filled with screams

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Social Change When?

Everyone agrees

Capes are cool, and yet instead

People wear neckties…

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But Have The Standards Risen Or Lowered?

Remember when having a car

And kinda playing the guitar

Meant you were the top percent of men?

Ah, the world was good back then!

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Name A More Iconic Pair

God gave men sticks to write on walls,

Club animals, and scratch their balls.

God gave women mouths to say

“Why won’t boys put their sticks away?”

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Character Creation

What if everything’s human

But in all shapes and sizes

With different colors and textures

And numbers of eyes-es

And we are the luckies

Who were born kinda pasty,

Good at thinking and crying

But not very tasty?

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