2097

It's the year 2097
and I'm most assuredly dead.
I'm just writing this from my grave
down on Grover Street.

It's the year 2097
and flying cars are now a thing
so are plushie portals
and pink fluffy unicorns.

The newest leader is a PFU
themself, and all the bright and fluffies
have decided humans are not fit to rule.
As of 2020 Winnie the Pooh was POTUS.

A PFU was England's Prime Minister
and Hi-5's Chatterbox ruled Down Under.

In 2100 we believe
humans will want to rule again
but their greedy nature just does not fit,
and so the United Nations will be plushie-run.


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