Millennium Poem by Joseph Anderson

Hurry people, the millennium
Is heading straight our way;
Grab your food, your gun and money,
Find your cave for Y2K.

Here comes four horsemen galloping,
Bringing pestilence and fear,
Also death and war and famine;
Seems like any other year.

Apocalyptic thinkers say
That our doom is fate decreed;
If this be Armageddon time
We should have no further need.

I'm taking bets and giving odds,
We'll survive this fearful date;
Be ready, steady now, prepare
For your rendevous with fate.
December-1999