NO DIAL TONE
(most words written 1997 and placed in the public domain by 
Ernest Clark, last four lines and music from No High Ground  by Leslie Fish)

At the height of the drunken party everything goes wrong.
Pointy-hair denial only worked so long.
Sooner than you think now, silence like a gong:
Don't think that it won't happen where you are.

CH1:  No dial tone, no dial tone, no dial tone anymore. <twice>

The coders know it's coming; they've tried to break its back
By adding fields or windowing or assuming digits lacked.
But nothing stops the century, there's terror in the tale:
When nine-nine rolls to double-ought, the applications fail.  CH1.

The phones are all in peril, the power grid is bleak.
A system is no stronger than the choke point that is weak.
A million boxes join the lines, and soldered deep within
Are ROMs whose code from ninety-one is junk come ninety-ten!  CH1.

The banks are all in panic, and all the markets, too;
They'll fix ten billion lines of code, they promise me and you.
A bank is just a promise cash will be there by and by;
I promise you there's NOTHING left if those computers lie!  CH1.

Ain't no groceries here, not unless you grow them.
Ain't no water here, unless you pump it all.
No medicines and no health care unless your herbal garden's there,
Networks help us everywhere, and everything will fall.  CH1.

The only hope you have will be your friends and God Above. 
It's far too late to save the world, start saving those you love.
Stockpile bullets, beans and wheat, start counting down the days:
<insert day count>.....this deadline has no stays; 

and then it's  
Up to the dusty attic, and out with the trusty gun.
A lawbook and a lawyer only go so far!
Sooner or later, push gonna come to shove;
Don't think that it can't happen where you are. CH1.