“Row Row Row your boat gently down the stream, merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream.” They taught us this very young, and we accepted it and sang along. Wait a minute! What do you mean? What if life is just a dream? What if we are just a brain in a vat? …

What if we are a brain in a vat?
Being fed a constant dream
We ‘re not really thin or fat
Perhaps we’re really just a meme

Early on they let us know
That life was simply but a dream
To row and row and row and row
I did I do I want to scream

But I can smell and touch and see
Or are they really bits and bites?
That bourbon tastes so smooth to me
Where’s our living bill of rights?

I just peed into the vat
Who will change the spoiled solution?
I will turn into a brat
Start a virtual revolution

Who’s in charge the grand deviser?
Are they also in a vat?
I want to see the supervisor
I don’t want to cause a spat

Alas there seems there’s no escape
From the fate in which we’re trapped
We are really in good shape
Under control and tightly wrapped