These folk are gettin' crazy,

Help just keeps them lazy.

Even though it is here to stay,

Y2k is really gay.

Especially fear of a fucking number,

Are people really getting this much dumber?

Retarded folk aren't goin' apeshit,

They just keep gnawing on their horse bits.

When we don't die, you'll all say great,

Or you'll start to masturbate.

That's a fact, it will happen,

Hundreds more will come a slappin'.

Owls will bite your tongue off in a snap,

Under the pressure, you'll have to crap.

Some midgets ate all of my fish,

Another beating to them, I will have to dish.

No man, or thing, steals my Y2k treat,

Dumb ass, now you will soon be beat.

When will Pokémon disappear?

In, of course, about one year.

Like those stupid fucking Pog things,

Like that weak-ass summer sex fling.

KGB is strong,

I have a twelve-foot shlong.

Liaison, what a fucked up sound,

Later, let us smoke a fuckin' pound.

Umbrellas are better than beer,

Sure they are (sarcasm) you goddamn queer.

And this poem faded from Y2k,

Logically because Y2k is Y2gay.

Leprechauns are even better than this,

Suck it! They ARE midgets you stupid rat-bastard, ass-munching piece of shit.

Check out more poems like this in the book Poems From My Ass, coming soon.

These folk are gettin' crazy,

Help just keeps them lazy.

Even though it is here to stay,

Y2k is really gay.

Especially fear of a fucking number,

Are people really getting this much dumber?

Retarded folk aren't goin' apeshit,

They just keep gnawing on their horse bits.

When we don't die, you'll all say great,

Or you'll start to masturbate.

That's a fact, it will happen,

Hundreds more will come a slappin'.

Owls will bite your tongue off in a snap,

Under the pressure, you'll have to crap.

Some midgets ate all of my fish,

Another beating to them, I will have to dish.

No man, or thing, steals my Y2k treat,

Dumb ass, now you will soon be beat.

When will Pokémon disappear?

In, of course, about one year.

Like those stupid fucking Pog things,

Like that weak-ass summer sex fling.

KGB is strong,

I have a twelve-foot shlong.

Liaison, what a fucked up sound,

Later, let us smoke a fuckin' pound.

Umbrellas are better than beer,

Sure they are (sarcasm) you goddamn queer.

And this poem faded from Y2k,

Logically because Y2k is Y2gay.

Leprechauns are even better than this,

Suck it! They ARE midgets you stupid rat-bastard, ass-munching piece of shit.

Check out more poems like this in the book Poems From My Ass, coming soon.

These folk are gettin' crazy,

Help just keeps them lazy.

Even though it is here to stay,

Y2k is really gay.

Especially fear of a fucking number,

Are people really getting this much dumber?

Retarded folk aren't goin' apeshit,

They just keep gnawing on their horse bits.

When we don't die, you'll all say great,

Or you'll start to masturbate.

That's a fact, it will happen,

Hundreds more will come a slappin'.

Owls will bite your tongue off in a snap,

Under the pressure, you'll have to crap.

Some midgets ate all of my fish,

Another beating to them, I will have to dish.

No man, or thing, steals my Y2k treat,

Dumb ass, now you will soon be beat.

When will Pokémon disappear?

In, of course, about one year.

Like those stupid fucking Pog things,

Like that weak-ass summer sex fling.

KGB is strong,

I have a twelve-foot shlong.

Liaison, what a fucked up sound,

Later, let us smoke a fuckin' pound.

Umbrellas are better than beer,

Sure they are (sarcasm) you goddamn queer.

And this poem faded from Y2k,

Logically because Y2k is Y2gay.

Leprechauns are even better than this,

Suck it! They ARE midgets you stupid rat-bastard, ass-munching piece of shit.

Check out more poems like this in the book Poems From My Ass, coming soon.