What Next Poem by Phil Soar

They can pinpoint where we are from space, via GPS receivers,

I bet that they can even tell, if we are non-believers,

They can track our every movement, and tell us where we’ve been,

And maybe even tell if we’ve run lights that are not green;



Cameras almost everywhere, you can’t move without they see,

Every time we leave the house, or make a cup of tea,

Processors in your phone and home, and in fresh air dispensers,

They've implanted breasts in women’s chests, and willies with motion sensors;



Whatever will they think of next, a chip inside your pants,

That pulls your zipper up and down, and cleans your underpants,

A memory stick, inside your prick, that tells you when you’re ready,

An implanted rod gives you the nod, and keeps your knees quite steady;



An artificial Christmas tree that decorates itself,

And Presents that are wrapped for you, by a robotic elf,

Self-recycling Christmas cards, that finish New Year’s Day,

And turn into an Easter Card to use on Good Friday;



A car that drives itself for you, and doesn’t need re-fuelling,

A woman who’s quiet from time to time; who do we think we’re fooling? ,

A man who never thinks of sex, to keep the female happy,

A child that never cries at night, and never fills it’s nappy