Future Outlook
Until 2020
Changes will be plenty.
Some of them good, some
of them bad
I can definitely assure
you that.
First of all, we'll
skip a season
And of course, this has
a reason.
Who needs winter,
anyway?
It's cold, it's
dark, full of decay.
So let's go on like
that and see
What in the future will
be.
Let's poison the
climate and make sure
That global warming can
endure.
By 2030 – and that's
the right number –
We will enjoy endless
summer.
Who cares about
starvation, suffering, disease
As long as our tan's
not going to cease.
And what about AIDS?
That'll be outdated then
New viruses provide us
with challenges, man!
We need new challenges,
a new frontier
Otherwise life would be
boring in here.
So let's check out
countries of poverty next
On behalf of a
resources-context.
Let's cover things up
and pretend to save peace
While we smuggle oil
barrels out of these.
By 2040 that won't
work out
For there's no more
oil we could be talking about.
By then, our focus will
lie on water instead.
Drinking will be a
luxury – that's a fact.
And isn't it ironic,
though
That at the same time
we'll be drowning in a row?
Since winter said
bye-bye by then
Snow melted and floods
doubled as quickly as they can.
Masses of water, yet
nothing to drink.
To comprehend this, one
needs a shrink.
By 2050 the earth will
be ruined,
Time for us to get
another planet tuned.
Let's take a look at
Mars or Venus perhaps!
Of course, we will have
to draw some new maps
And make some
distinctions whose land this will be
And first of all –
who'll be allowed to flee?
Since this place is
overcrowded already
We'll have to keep
our new population steady.
How about birth
control, only the best of the best
While we skip the
disabled, the poor and all of that rest?
No, wait, that would
still be too generous, right?
So let's create and
clone the perfect race over night!
Let's play God and
work on a new Eden
Though the Bible's
the last book anyone will be reading.
Since by 2060 there's
no one left to believe
Because mankind forged
hell, and no relief.