Been wand’rin online and it’s toxic stuff.
There’s very little social ‘bout some of this guff
and it’s gettin’ worse, it’s hellish ruff
an I’m thinkin’ that I’ve had enuff.
But lyin’ there my eyes won’t shut
so I log in and check who’s up
and whirrin' weird, whose life is stuck
like mine, like yours, like all are fucked.
Posers and posters, cretins, cucks,
dingbats, ballbags, out-of-lucks,
wizards, witches, prayless Pucks
sharin' idiotic muck;
where half-dead heroes, hopeless drunks,
sticky-brained with ghastly gunk,
can learn the truth: The world blew up.
We died in the Millennium Bug.
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