We were promised flying cars,
And robots we could fuck.
Deep-sea cities, cures for death,
And clones of fat John Kruk.
They told me there’d be jetpacks,
And peace for all mankind;
And phasers we could set to stun,
And visors for the blind.
The future seemed so close, and
It would be here any year.
But we didn’t get our sexbots; no,
We got this bullshit here