2.1338 : 12/31/08 : Fin

Amid all the observation

we neglected to attend

that the siècle would really fin

the millennium would end

and the bastards kicked us

right into the center of the fray

with steep descents and sudden fire

one gorgeous autumn day

now the decade, closing fast

and me soon to be forty

and for all the clichés it’s bad for real

and despite our bold political sortie

I’ve got the fear of the

turn of the century

I’ve got the millennial blues

I’ve got a bad feeling

I don’t know who you are

but I’m destined to walk

a mile in your shoes

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