shit-sim for fallen angels

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checkerboard pants and snap-button fly —
time to relax, and I think you know why…
I don’t talk about things that are true
or things that have happened
I don’t mess too much with reality
and I have no patience for hard predictions…
I like the could be, the should be,
and if you prefer, the what if…
see, this whole mess we call life
could just be a fucked-up go-around, a shit-sim
all but discarded on some shit-god’s alien hard drive —…