The Future

No More Heaven/No Need/What Hell

In the future, we’ll live forever /trading organelles for plastic pig hearts

Say hey Scientist can you with the mirthful shovel unlock for me the Secret of the Stem Cell

the Golden trove of disease curing entailments, can you add fur slippers to my cancer

make it designer curable, I want sleek cures to sleek diseases

Oh yeah I’ve got aids this week, a few antiviral and a new hypothalamus from now I’ll be

Tip top I’m sure, only bother is I scheduled my skin reinforcement same time could you

reschedule by anychance, my make a day My way calendar only has openings at

three or four, I need to pick my kid up from soccer practice after I retrofit my hair

change the color of my iris and invetro his brother later that afternoon, also will my

Host of Antidepressants’ Ambien’s and heart pills interfere, I sure as Hell hope not

In the Future, our flying energy efficient motor cars will Diagnose our space elevator trip with the bends

I with both arms flailing about in the pressure chamber might write poems about being in space

about my imminent, need for a new hippocampus, due to my several hundred-year-old brain cancer problems

sure, in thefuture the only thin that’ll get us will be freak accidents, those glossy pages of consumer

Reports Warns as the leading cause of Death the freak accident, Headline reads a man operating a small army of RoBots in Outer Space has his

consol suddenly explode…no one noticed he was dead for days, for days the smell they say those bacteriums

Dine in Hell, if we’d only caught it a few hours earlier we might’ve stemmed the problem

His clone will miss their comradery, his loss doubly worse because his grandfather only recently

passed due to a fuckup in the matrix of his most recent triple heart bypass surgery

a tragedy really