Manhattan
The entire length of Broadway
No longer taxis honk and swerve.
Now there are Transport Beam Stations
On every street and sidewalk curve.

Construction is not an issue.
If a building must go: it is vaporized.
A pothole in the street can be filled
With chrome, which doesn't need to dry.

Kids pace up and down the sidewalks
On hoverboards or bikes,
Wearing their holographic clothing
Complete with built-in chatting mikes.

Their hair is twisted 'round in braids,
Colored neon blue with orange streaks.
The girls, however, are totally pink,
With noose-style tails of the Ancient Greeks.

A headline reads: "CATS no longer needs actors,
But are genetically grown in labs."
Another says: "Ancient taxi yard found
With millions of dollars in antique cabs."

I miss all the spirit of Broadway,
Performers with voices loud and clear.
Nowadays, however, voices are synthesized,
Taking away the talent I once held dear.

I don't miss the crime rate:
With the new Call Number System.
There hasn't been a burglary in years.
Only jaywalkers are in prison.

In a sense, the city has progressed
With no more crime and the air is pure.
But who would ever want to live
Where the CATS actors have real fur?