I awoke in the night and
Found Nostradamus at my table
I asked him
What will happen in the future?
He said
You will go to the police station
To report that someone stole food
From your apartment
What will they tell me?
Only silence
Broken by ghostly government announcements
For free hot baths
Follows decades of tittytainment
And a Kingdom placed in doubt
With trouble double
I poured him a brimming glass
Jingling with cubes
He said
I predict it will be refreshing
And later
Water flows like a hotel pianist
Noticed only when it stops
He got up from my table
And embraced me like an ancestor should
Ready yourself my son
You will get the future you deserve
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