I couldn't repair your brakes
so I made your horn louder.
Well I couldn't really make your horn
that much louder,
so I changed the gears
so that your car would travel slower.
Well you high revved your engine,
and gunned it everywhere,
so doing that
didn't make you travel slower.
So I messed with the speedometer
so that it would look to you like
you were traveling faster.
Well I couldn't really jimmy
the speedometer that much,
so I got everybody,
I mean everybody,
to drive slower around you.
Well I couldn't exactly get everyone
to drive slower around you
so I got lots of people
to quit driving
when you were on the road.
But I couldn't exactly get everyone
to stop driving then
so I got the road flatten
everywhere, as much as possible,
very few hills and minor grades at that.
But I couldn't get all the roads
to be perfectly flat.
So I got the roads made wider
so that almost everywhere
as far as you could see
was a paved parking lot
for you to drive on.
But I couldn't really get
every piece of land
and cover it with asphalt.
So I made a holographic trainer car
and put you in it
while you were asleep.
And when you woke up,
you could drive just like normal
but nowhere really.
And then you, of course,
eventually wanted out of the car,
to go and eat.
So I ingeniously made
a holographic universe instead,
a duplicate in every way,
with roads to every where
and synthetic foods
and robotic folks
to greet you everywhere you went.
And then you went out
and rented “the Truman Show”!
You son of a bitch!
And I was just trying to help.
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