Simulation

I am a computer simulation

written by a student

of programming

in a civilization

that sends bots

to check on our progress

They appear as UFOs

As a simulation

I have to examine

the life given to me

inside a machine

as it relates

to the student

who created me

I failed in math

and had no interest

in numbers

I failed in business

I failed as a pianist

I failed in so many

ways that I'm certain

the student who wrote me

failed the course

And yet I keep running

to keep failing

in the corners of the computer

that hasn't been cleared

of the projects

of the last class

I've even failed as a poet

In my next incarnation

I shall choose

a student who is smarter

at least enough

to get a passing grade

Will someone please

drag me to the trash

Barry G. Wick