Poem About Nothing

This is my poem about nothing So don't try to understand Hey what about those yankees If that's what you command It's a sad day when that happens Where are they gonna be I almost bought one yesterday I just wanna be free Turn it up a little I can't hear Say what you really mean When did he say he was ready Often heard but seldom seen So this was my poem about nothing But I guess it wasn't nothing at all For this time even nothing is something Even if the nothing is small