Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Day 152: Tales from the Future
I make my way down the stairs and put on my kevlar overcoat as I go. The UV rating is low today, but I remember to pack my ocular filters just in case. I strap a breathing film over my nose and mouth and step out into the grime. The sun is almost visible thru the fog today, but I better keep the filter on, I don't want to get contaminated by some hobo with technecrofilia.
This infernal machine takes me where I want to go.
Riding along with the girls and the boys,
With their retro dogs and their retro toys.
Hurry up and get there.
A man sits next to me and his machine arm is malfunctioning.
He tries to tell me about it thru my audio stream.
I tell him I don't speak cyborg, please go away.
The party girls and the party boys all hyped up on their super juices,
Their neon outfits offend me so I turn on filters to get it away.
At last I'm at my stop.
I can't climb to the top of this pile of rats,
pile of garbage in this city that we live.