NaPoWriMo, Day 11

Today's NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a poem that addresses the future. I am not sure this is exactly what Maureen had in mind, but here it is.

Not So Brave New World

The future we've been promised
since the dawn of science fiction
has been a disappointment
and fallen short of most predictions.

What happened to flying cars?
We need them and this is why:
You will never hit a pothole
if you're driving in the sky.

I want to take a vacation
on the planet Mars
or book a flight on a space liner
and cruise the distant stars.

It's fine to have home computers
and automatic garage doors,
but why don't we have robot servants
to do our domestic chores?

They could clean the house and cook
and take the dog for walks,
mow the lawn, shovel snow and
scoop the cat's litter box.

A jet pack would be more fun
than a snowmobile or jet ski,
a scooter or a pogo stick
or even an ATV.

We should have a Utopian world
without starvation or war
But instead of "Star Trek" or "The Jetsons"
we've got "Nineteen Eighty-Four." - Jeff Barnes