Is there life before death
For the Facebook fantasist?
Can you become a goddess,
A revenant vampire,
Shape shifting lycanthrope,
Or a poet – philosopher
Or a movie producer
From the comfort of your own keyboard?
Is life reduced to an onanistic fantasy
Pre digested for modern man
And picked from the shelf
Of your Amazon wish list?
‘I am a druidic snake charmer,
The high priestess of Isis’
Is ‘I am’ the only qualification needed
For a rainbow of delusional existence
In a fabricated simulation of a life?
I read it somewhere – therefore I am.
If you adopt a fictional identity,
Do you become a fiction?
Do you live the lie you love?
Do you become the lie you live?