2020 - The Future

In 2014 I did write About a future beyond my sight It spoke of times but six years hence And at that time, it all made sense I joked about an SS check For which the rock star did inspect He thought he had twenty-five grand A small fortune in his own hand But then upon a closer view He took another look anew And there found, much to his dismay A decimal point in the way The check was only two-five-oh It seems he didn't get much dough He laughed it off, but nonetheless He had much cash, 'cause of his success He joked again 'bout the amount For which he couldn't really account He did not recall any taxes paid His wealth was always wealth self-made. But what I missed, that year I spied There was a virus worldwide I could not foresee that evil truth I was not much of a good sleuth Each chapter of the book I wrote Did not once consider that footnote A history much grimmer than The one that I foresaw as planned So when that book is finally done Please just recall 'twas all in fun Such history I did not ignore Nor do I plan to account for