Do you remember back when 2020 was supposed to be the glorious future? It was supposed to be this bright future where everyone would be happy, everything would be beautiful, and technology would solve all our problems. It's 2020, so I'm officially living in the future, but none of the good parts happened, nor did my clothes transform into polyurethane (not that anyone wanted that). From where I stand, 2020 feels a lot like 2019, just like 2019 felt a lot like 2018, and so on for every year, back to the dawn of time.
You know, velociraptor has five syllables. Never a bad idea to end a haiku that way.
So does refrigerator, but I want to make an honest effort at this.
You can't complain about this anymore. It's perfect!