Once I had a vote, oh so true,
On Amiright, where parodies grew.
But then came the bots, with their digital might,
They swarmed the polls, oh what a sight.

What becomes of the bogus bot votes?
They mess up the rankings, oh what a sad note.
They click without feeling, no heart to be found,
Leaving us parodists spinning around.

The lyrics were witty, the humor divine,
But the bots didn't care, they just clicked in a line.
They upvoted gibberish, downvoted the best,
Oh, what a mess! Our parodies put to the test.
We flagged them, we reported, we cried out in vain,
But the bots kept on voting, like a digital rain.
They favored the mundane, ignored the sublime,
Our parodies lost in the binary grime

What becomes of the bogus bot votes?
They mess up the rankings, oh what a sad note.
They click without feeling, no heart to be found,
Leaving us parodists spinning around.

So here's to the parodists, the true human kind,
Who write with passion, creativity in mind.
Let's fight the bots together, restore what's right,
For our broken-hearted parodies, we'll continue to write.

What becomes of the bogus bot votes?
They mess up the rankings, oh what a sad note.
They click without feeling, no heart to be found,
Leaving us parodists spinning around.

What becomes of the bogus bot votes?
We'll keep on singing, despite the remote.
Our parodies matter, our hearts still ignite,
Against the digital tide, we'll continue to fight.

What becomes of the bogus bot votes?
We'll keep on singing, despite the remote.
Our parodies matter, our hearts still ignite,
Against the digital tide, we'll continue to fight.