In the land of Q Research, where truth is sought, There gathered a band, with their minds distraught. Sam and Ralph, the shilliest of the crew, Hoping to deceive, but oh, how they knew.

Each morning they'd rise, with a nefarious plan, To infiltrate the threads, like a slippery tan. Copying, pasting, their routines on repeat, But the anons were wise, they'd never be beat.

The one post wonder, with his daily refrain, "Another day at the office," he'd claim. But we all knew the truth, his game was clear, A shill in disguise, spreading doubt and fear.

Swordy and Smoking Pepe, oh what a sight, Spouting nonsense, trying to dim the light. But the anons were vigilant, they saw through the lies, With their research and knowledge, they'd always rise.

The namefag shills thought they had the power, But the anons united, hour after hour. They uncovered the truth, with their facts and charts, While the shills floundered, their claims torn apart.

Their copy-paste antics, so predictable and weak, They thought they were sly, but the anons would seek. The triumph was near, victory in sight, As the shills were exposed, their credibility slight.

So here's to the anons, the heroes unseen, Their dedication to truth, forever keen. They faced the shills with laughter and jest, Knowing deep down, they were truly the best.

In the world of Q Research, where battles are fought, The shills may persist, but the anons are taught. No copy-paste routine can silence their voice, For the truth will prevail, and they'll always rejoice.