Crystal Balls
Nautilus claims (and it’s right)
That somewhere they’re fighting tonight
That the world will be halving
And rich folk aren’t starving
And that bombs will be dropped from a height
Nautilus makes its prediction
That’s Fact (it is never Non-Fiction) –
It computes that the meek
Face a future that’s bleak
And that refugees all face eviction
Nautilus gives you analysis
And thinks that the next burst of malice is
Due from a city
Where despots take pity
On no-one, but stick to their palaces
Nautilus knows what’s in store –
How the bombed give the bombers what-for:
It may take an era
But none will pay dearer
Than the leaders who lay down the law
Nautilus knows how things tick.
But Nautilus, frankly, is thick –
It can’t foretell times
When computer-fed crimes
Will see Nautilus knackered. One click
And the forecasts it gives will be seen
To be those that a cheap magazine
Could give you for tuppence.
Oh, what a comeuppance –
It’s so obvious, know what I mean?
