Life: A Simulation Poem by Dillon Gay

In times of fault, remember you are not real
I tell you this with great zeal
Nothing can hurt you, nothing at all
They are not, big, strong, short, or tall

I may creep you out a bit
But telling you this is like popping a zit
It's gross and sickening with it pops
In the end, it is better for it to be gone on top

The pain is not real, you know it to be true
But your mind quietly deceives you
It is impossible to die
Ever since the world is a lie

It's all a simulation you know
Humans little, little lives lined up in a row
Your lives may be easily shattered
But it is not like it really mattered