it's the year two thousand X and while i'm type this text i'm a little upset why can't i yet give my fingers rest and hook notepad to my neural nets and clone my pets, shoes with jets mid day lunch interplanetary treks yes i'm certain this could work and don't say otherwise ya'll be shirkin imagination don't know no bounds globalized information, well it's all around so why is discovery of what we're gonna be still lost and found so what, there's ice on mars no colony, still see it from afar not on the surface smoking cigars and tell me where the f** are my flying cars two thousand X no robo s** no holo decks somebody tell me what what what is next there's no need for risking your mortality you'll sky dive in virtual reality and survive genetic abnormality fly into the 4th dimentionality we are victorious in repute and trained at the Xavier Institute or Shibusen which we then hunt witches and... sh** look out, she turned me into a newt (i got better) but that's just a taste of where we could be, and where we should be all the countries, that we could feed with 10 foot turkeys, that we could breed so why isnt robot santa slayin naughty kids in the beds where they lay in the future looks to be a bit dismaying the jetson's lied to me, i'm just sayin... two thousand X no robo s** no holo decks somebody tell me what what what is next where are my self tying kicks 3D celebrity pix genetically altered trix and some self building bricks i want what i have been told a future i can behold see science start to unfold before i am too old i'm sold on dilithium warp drive the size of my thumb a hive of villianous scum aliens for my chums so glum when i look around this planet is going down running it into the ground with no way to rebound