What if it’s already over?
What if we’re already dead?
What if reality’s all an illusion
and never happened instead
of happening here, in the now,
wherever that happens to be,
what if, in fact, everything's fiction,
a make-believe story, not actuality?
What if all you thought ever happened
happened in somebody's head?
What if you are a throwaway character
in a short story composed for a course
taught by an alcoholic failed writer
(whose unfaithful spouse just filed for divorce)
at a for-profit college named for Betsy DeVos?
What if, in a world falling to tatters,
those were facts? Would it change matters
if the foregoing was what was real
and not Donnie's foul and floundering “deal”?