Hit The Deck As We Go High Tech!

So much to look forward to at your zoo, or so they say a time or two. This or that will come to pass. They tend to sound like a singing bass. The same old tune as they try to swoon.

Suits that makes you super.
They turn you into a trooper.
You could hop buildings too.
Yep, they are supposed to come due.

Going invisible at your sea.
That is next to come to thee.
A cloak or three,
You could wear with glee.

A pill for a meal.
No big deal.
No muss, no fuss.
No dishes to cuss.

Dream sharing by machine.
That would be a scene.
Hooked up to EMF stuff,
Fry your brain with a puff.

Soon you can de-age,
Or stop the age wage.
Or slow it down a bit.
Who comes up with this umm spit?

A robot maid?
The Jetsons by trade.
Then they turn on you.
Terminated at your zoo.

A flying car?
You won't get far.
Crash into a building or wall.
Better off with a flying bathroom stall.

A clone pet?
Such a safe bet.
Clone your cat or dog,
Double the brown log.

Teleportation you ask?
They still seem up in the air on that task.
Sorry ninja wannabe.
Stuck driving at your sea.

And the best of all,
They will cure every disease at their hall.
Pfffffffffft they have cured so much being clever.
Wait! They have cured a disease ummm never.

So there you are, now you know what is coming near and far. Want to make a bet with this rhyming pet? I bet you in ten years time they will be saying the same old crap in their prime. Unless you see it on a TV show no cure or flying car will ever grow. Just one big joke in mass. But they are not fooling my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.