Well since Claudia and the Gawker have flown to coup over at the dVerse loop, the cat figured he would have to give the latest one a go. I had to rearrange some posts, tough work, I know. First blog post I have written in a month and a half as well. What? Are you damning the cat to hell? You just may when I am through as I have a future note for you.
Dear little rhyming ass,
Much has come to pass.
Much you can guess.
The world is still a mess.
So just sit back and read,
And then tell those in need.
The future is so fun.
2096 should be told to everyone.
We had another war,
Wait, make that three.
All because the rich want more,
But that isn't news to thee.
The "cure" for cancer is close.
It is said to be oh so near.
But still using the chemo dose,
And raking in billions every year.
Police Academy 25 just came out.
They are surely a big hit.
In this one they solve the case of missing trout.
It does drag on quite a bit.
95% of TV is reality crap.
That happened thanks to some smuck.
He created a way across the world wide map,
For all to make shows who are down on their luck.
The world has a brand new dish.
So stalk up on some chicken, quick!
I am not even talking mercury filled fish.
75% of our protein comes from eating bugs, sick!
Everyone is chipped at birth,
Except for maybe the rich.
You can opt out if you have worth.
Otherwise you are the NSA's bitch.
And the worst part of all,
Is something you see now.
Humans are getting dumber as each generation takes a fall,
You could be hard pressed to find a dumber cow.
So don't worry about much.
Just watch what you touch.
2096 still has lots of germs,
Oh, and Shit Grabbed is just one of many new terms.
So there was the letter from me to me. My, what I can do at my sea. I think I'll build a time machine and go into the past. It may be better than watching reality TV with every person as a cast. Are you ready for such a future to come to pass? See, I told you that you would be cursing my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.