He Flew To Work Today

He flew to work today,
In a car like a Kestrel.
Jets blew air over a nebulous bottom
Which moulded and formed through a mat
Controlled by hydraulic fluid pushing and pulling
By mechanical force;
It hovered in mid space, and then zipped forward,
The jets shooting
Around the cushion to make flight.
Little fins steered it with pinpoint accuracy.
They glide for long distances,
Making full use of all energy like an albatross.
The chemistry is perfect, utilizing
All of it through leverage,
Which lifts a two ton boulder by a 200 pound man.
The solar panels on the home were a tank of ether
With a magnifying glass at the top, that span the ether over spinets
That produced electricity,
And recycled it endlessly.
Dozens of these things produced electricity
Which gave the jets' cushion on the bottom of the craft
And let it lift, and there fly through the air.

We'll never have it. Because this reality is only fantasy.
The minds of eejits 4,000 miles away cannot conceive of a future
That isn't manpower in the mud, and ploughing with barn animals.
So, every comfort they scorn, and every advancement they don't understand.
"It is flowery words."
And DaVinci made working flying machines too.