This is a silly sci-fi poem I wrote about the future.

the future....

one day i was riding on the 6:10 Ultra-Sonic,
a usual topside morning to my post.
my pod had whizzed and whipped and weaved in matters most symphonic!
but i've seen it all before, and so have most.

i was approaching λ2nd street, the place where i alight,
and soon stepped onto concrete, none the wiser
about what would soon blind my eyes. a bright blue flash before my sight!
(beneath the popups plastered on my visor).

a charred and messy figure lay strewn in a cloud of smoke,
he slowly came to life before my eyes.
his head shot up, he looked at me, "what year is it?" he spoke,
my answer seemed to cause him some surprise...

the pale old man, with goggles and a lab-coat, grabbed my hand,
"you've GOT to show me all around this place!"
"where are you from?!" i blurted out, still trying to understand,
and he replied "another time and space!".

i've heard of this before, it's rare and hard to find,
and surely such a fine excuse to panic,
a teleporter warping not just matter but the mind,
it fries the brain and leaves a person manic...

so to humour him and bide my time i led the man along,
"i simply must learn more about this age!",
but soon dumb curiosity will turn, it won't be long,
before the madness swells it into rage.

so i took him to the threedies, but the depth made him upset,
of course, by now, his mental states declined...
he begged for the museum, that he loved! i won't forget,
but he's still on the edge of sound of mind...

"come with me, this final place, of scientifical acclaim
is sure to blow your mind, i know it should.",
"what is it, boy?" was the last thing he asked me, as the nurses came,
and locked that crazy stranger up for good.