I’m getting used to the year 2010
It’s like I’ve been sent into the future
It always does at New Year, true, but then
It just feels more futuristic out here
I keep expecting to see robots peer
From behind the TV or the sofa
I keep expecting to open a drawer
And pull out a replacement nose or ear
Or plug my head in, increase my brain power
Transport myself for an hour to Athens
Swallow a pill; won’t need to eat all year
And I’m not even in the old solar
System any more; can’t afford the rent
Some things will never change, at least that’s clear
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