Dead for Life

Mad Hatter's Guide to the Metaverse

Oops, I dropped the body!
A copy of me was saved in the cloud.
But how will I know
the copy was faithful?

Ah well, no matter!
you can always come back
as a virtual Hatter.
You can be anything at will,
or nothing if it suits you better.

But whose will?

In a perfect world,
as long as your helmet is charged,
you’re the boss of me,
the boss of you,
the boss of God.

If you don’t like the North Star,
You can move it.
Take that, you stupid piece of light!

Make no mistake about it,
You can make any mistake you like.
Nothing is ever tragic.
Wait, do you see this spike?

Is that the spike before the flatline?
Try our handy mind eraser.
It’s basically nanny particles
With a brandy chaser.

We’re all in it together.
We’re all out of it together.
We’re all laid out on the floor together.

We’re petals of a flower,
Arms of a starfish,
Ink of a squadron of squid.

Ink is cheap, but life is cheaper.
Tell me where to meet my reaper,
Father confessor in a chat room.

I hope there’s chocolate
In my virtual tomb.