Where is my flying car?
Where are the midair collisions
we expected to experience hourly?
The pyrotechnic displays
have not developed
they way they all said.
We were promised flying cars.
We were promised flying fucking cars!

Where is that jet pack I was gonna use
burning my ass right off?
I always imagined
the sound of the sizzle
of the fat
as the fire of the furious jets
fried my butt
while flying.
Where is my multitasked weight loss
slash transportation alternative?
Where is my goddamned jet pack?

When will I get all the clone slaves
I was offered in those books?
Who’s gonna build my death ray?
Get me the homicidal cybernetic wereboars
which will rend my enemies
and sniff out truffles, too!
Find the black science
I was supposed to have on demand
and make the future right.
Give us what we have coming.
Provide me the stories I deserve.