THE FORETELLER
He looked down and deep
In the green van of future deeds
Saw many generations lining up
But only a few jobs to come
There were the type of people
Whose job was to wire
Connect all kinds of cables
All day long
Till the times were gone
Then there were the type of people
Whose job was to press a button
All days long
Till they no longer existed
And all of their days were gone
Then there were the types of people
Special ones
Who could never be satisfied
Craved for the salty-savoury
Every day more and more
Till they figured out
How their days could not be made gone