Future

In the future there'll be flying cars,
Talking toasters, life on mars,
And brains will be kept in little jars,
Apart from those who speak out their arse.

Alarm clocks that slap you round the face,
Teleporters that get your from place to place,
With a single push of a button, anywhere in space,
And remote-controlled spaceships little boys will race.

But what about the important stuff?
Will we leave in peace?
Will humans rule the universe?
Or will our existence cease?

Of course we'll have guns, of course it'll be fun,
Blowing alien's guts out, and eating their ribs in the sun,
But why did they attack? Was it out of spite?
Do you really think they only wanted a fight?

But you didn't communicate, you didn't even try,
They were different from us, you said they should die,
So Mr President I leave the decision to you,
But don't blame me if the aliens sue!