Friday, November 4, 2022

Elon as the Good Reptillian

This green room is a hologram,
I sway around in space
And conjure with my thoughts 
What I thought I heard him say:

We live inside a game
Of our own design
(Though we still blame that pesky AI).
One of a million universes

We must choose
With our thoughts
And our actions
As the frequency rises

To shinier lakes,
More iridescent cactus,
Source for the shamans
When they manifest jaguars

Because the Amazon's so vast
The old computer can't keep up,
So it lets 5D 
Sift in with the wind ...

Settle down pilgrim,
The thought in books
Will one day wish
To be experienced.