Apocalyptic poetry

As you know, I need attention. As you might have guessed, I was writing this site to get attention, and got pissed off when I didn't get enough. So to make things easier I made this dumb questionnaire thing to get rsponses from people. One of the questions that appeared on the questionnaire for a long time was,

As long as we're doing that, write down a short post-modern poem portraying life at the dawn of the new millennium and the arbitrariness of destiny. (optional)

(Please, be kind and forgive - that was long before that M_____m word got so vastly overused)

Until now, all the poems I received from all around the world were kept in Alfred's - and later, Maggie's - guts and not shown back to the world. Now, since this is The End, I thought there's no better time to show the talent of my supposed readers. Here are some of the best poems I received. Alright, alright, all of them.

And now: The poems

Those who thought

Athose who thought

they thought for work
Aand thought they were safe.

Those who worked
who felt betrayed
who felt stupid
who felt cog
didn't see it coming.

Those who thought saw.
They planned.
They prepared for t

(Damn, that poem got cut off in the middle. Started out really good, though)
Poem submitted by Gavin Kistner

He says I may not understand it
Others say they don't understand
But I see the RedFish
And I see his meaning
Clearly
Oh damn
Should I be worried?

(Wow. That's a really amazing Poem, don'tcha think?)
Poem submitted by Scheherazade, now let's all go visit her homepage

What do you think of Y2K?

(Short and to the point. May be somewhat lacking lyrically, but I'm not an expert)
Poem submitted by Suzanne Robins through WebTV. who said technology wasn't advancing?

Oh existence, how dreary it is
so i pop in yet another anime
tape and lost myself in japanese
and self pity.
I love my meager anime collection

(Now that's arbitrariness)
Poem submitted by the wonderfully nonlinear Lynn Gibson, whom I've had the pleasure of meeting personally. Hye Lynn! how's the new M_____m treating ya?

I once had a turtle named Jim.
He wanted to take a swim.
He entered the dark sea.
And so he had ceised to be.
Alas, poor Jim, my friend,
Had come to his bitter end.
But I will not cry in vain.
In revenge I will blow up Spain.

(Pulitzer Prize. NOW.)
Astounding poem submitted by Goofer Weidberg

This is fun.
I really like it.
And you can do nothing about it.

Poem submitted by someone not named Tzami P.

Like a leaf
it blows slowly.
Winter is here.

(That's not a Haiku, is it? Maybe a modern one)
Poem submitted by Nat Harari, who's got a great web page of his own.

Ho little ant,
Seek life and find them
fully.
Show yourself to all ones
who wish
to see.
Take care.
The earth is old
and grumpy.
Ho little man.

(A bit depressing, but what do you expect so near the End)
Poem submitted by Jago, master of cameras & stuff in my college.

Y2K is gay sam I am

Poem submitted by Marko from Hollywood. It shows.

my poetry
notebook is upstairs
in my room and I'm
too damn lazy to
go get it
so you'll have to settle
on this crap
Awe happy *said in sarcasm*

but I liked the optional thing...

(Awe-inspiring. Awe!)
Poem submitted bypersephone, who thought my site was just "okay", but loves Tori so that's fine.

what the fuck do you want?
lisen fish
u dount know my but i dont know u and if u r paying attention i am a pic of shit u got it?
good come visit my home pages
www.playboy.com
by the way my ICQ number is 38466079

(Shock poetry. It's sad, but it expresses life at the new m____m pretty well)
Poem posted by fack you

It was the end of the century
everyone I knew was online
We were trying to figure out how to hard-wire ourselves
to guarantee our immortality
and I surfed in here
I laughed and I laughed
and I stayed for days
and I told others to come here
and I haven't heard form them since

(Hmm, actually I think this one belongs in the Ego page)
Poem submitted by Barbara, who lives in a place in Canada that has a name I'm not even going to try to write

o
The future will come

(You can't fight universal truths.)
Porm submitted by Danielle

Eary blankets fall on me
loud and salty I can be
Try to punch me, you will see
That I never ate spinach

Poem submitted by Kipod, but usually he's really quite a smart guy

May
MAY
may why O why
what's so bad with the old MILLENIum that we decided to change it?

(Okay, so I constantly misspell m____m, so what? it's not like anyone really reads the whole word and count the N's. And where IS May, anyway?)
Poem submitted by someone. Dunno who.

You live yourself a nice, coy life.
You have a job, a computer
You walk down the street, thinking about the disturbing summer
And you step on dog poo abruptly, and you ponder
GOD DAMNIT, stupid life in the dawn of the new millennium
And stuff

(Right on, bro)
Poem submitted by Regev Schweiger

2K or not 2K, that is the question.
I don't know, and it's bugging me.

(Once again, please forgive her, that was before everybody got sick of these jokes)
Poem submitted by Wanda, Jim's wife