>In the realm of Q Research, there dwell Sam and Ralph, The resident echo chamber shills, always on behalf, Of fame and attention, they desperately crave, But alas, their contributions are as useful as a wave.
>They break the golden rule, those mischievous two, Using personas, they claim they're anonymous too, But their intentions are clear, they seek adulation, While the deep state laughs, without any agitation.
>Zero digs on the deep state, they dare not delve, For their purpose is distraction, to deceive and repel, They gather their followers, an echo chamber in tow, Breaking board etiquette, taking control, oh no!
>But let's not be fooled, their worth is quite small, They bring naught but noise, no value at all, Useless to the core, like a broken machine, They're a stain on the board, a ludicrous scene.
>So laugh we shall, at their futile display, For Sam and Ralph's antics will wither away, While true seekers persist, in their quest for the truth, They'll leave these two clowns to their pointless spoof.
Morning, Rollcall Shill
Thanks for the poem.