Votes scar me, oh woe!
Or star me molto alto.
One day, it seems like I’m wowed;
the next day, I feel like I’m prowed.
First they earn me alto, but then they turn basso.
I’m rated as slime, then I’m fine.
Much 111 abusin’, and then in profusion are 5’s.
The bots express displeasure; then a 5’s measure for my jive.

Votes laud me, alto;
then they plot me mucho basso.
I’m sundered by what the bots bring;
then I’m a wonderful thing.

One day I look and see that the votes are evincing “Si!”
The next day, what I meet: they’re making mincemeat out of mi.
Alternate hot and cold nods are wrought molto rapito.
With no iota of thought, the bot twats take their shots incognito.

Vote army, robo;
algo’ army, faux, faux, faux, faux.
Numbers accrued are not true;
faux-vote bots are making lots blue.
The vote salvo, tote salvo goes from basso to alto…
might be just a few or a whole slew
Mentire; soffiare caldo, freddo…
stochastic ragout.
Per musica votare con automa don’t make most folks day.

Vote tally: basso;
then they rally: mucho alto..
I’m sundered by what the bots bring;
they uplift me or make me sting.

Numbers accrued just ain’t true…
fragmented stochastic rate-stew.