Revised sonnet #215
This lifes a hub of hurt its axis plumb
I seem to slide through universes parallel
I sense revolving doors just one their sum
I swear the simulation isnt well
The moon and menstruation of budget spell
In simulation naff tie deep and dour
On lion eyebrows twelve flies are found to dwell
That tail the tassel never built to glower
Our simulation teeters short of power
As entropys the universal rule
The human hero squares off saves the hour
Your part to patch in precious kilojoule
As we and bot are necessary crutch
The simulation doesnt love us much
Chorus crutch buttress prop
