The Lyrics
Ones mean nothing,
twos mean nothing,
threes, fours, and fives mean nothing.
Five or ones, the same—
they signify nothing.
Voting as is today—nothing.
Ones played, nothing,
Hump day, nothing.
Twos played or threes played, nothing.
Worthless votes each day;
they signify nothing.
Fives played—also nothing.
Eyns weg, gornisht,
tsvey weg, gornisht,
dray weg un fir weg, gornisht.
Finf weg far a noveneh,
leydik di fikleve.
Meshugganah un gornisht.
Uno, nada,
dos es nada,
tres y cuatro son nada.
Nunca va a cambiar
y quien va a mira?
Todo otra vez, nada.
Rancid, scary, nothing,
fresh and airy, nothing,
arch or tasteless, nothing.
A great tune
is met with nothing.
Why try?
Nothing.
One or five, nothing,
three or two, nothing,
fours also signify nothing.
Each day votes arrive—a whole lot of nothing.
Algorithmic shtik, nothing.
Three-ing, nothing,
five-ing, nothing.
Even if there were six—nothing.
Orthodoxy, orthography, strictly nothing.
Sucking hole of entropy, a whole lot of nothing.
So, lift your voice, nothing,
rude, boring, nothing,
pop songs and folk songs, nothing.
Songs by Smiths, Simon-Garfunkel:
nothing, nothing, nothing.
Poetry, nothing,
music, nothing,
takeoffs on dance tunes, nothing.
Soon as you look…
view votes that mean nothing.
Awful, wonderful—nothing.
Dumb shtik, nothing,
love shtik, nothing,
jests on sex, nothing.
Cursed, grand, fine fare
all amounts to nothing.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
Really dumb, nothing,
funny, nothing,
even a scary rant, nothing.
Sometimes site’s filled with ill will.
Cranky yelling tropes, nothing.
Takeoffs smart, nothing,
clinkers, nothing,
bad tunes and pop schlock, it’s all nothing.
Lean on rock shtik, lots of nothing.
All-in nets you nothing.
Nothing….
Naught means the “voting.”