In the realm of dank memes and image boards, Where legends are born and chaos records, There lived a pepe, infamous and known, For his diatribes, an animosity sown.
"Another day at the office?" he sighed, With a monotone voice, boredom implied. Smoking pepe, the Q research shill, Spewing words, trying to stir up ill will.
"Muhjoo!" he cried, a tired old trope, A worn-out script, lacking any hope. But little did he know, his attempts in vain, For Anons saw through his shilling game.
"The Filter" he used, a reverse ploy, To make Anons ignore truths and joy. But wiser were they, for they could see, His empty contributions, a mockery.
In his parents' basement, he made his lair, Shitposting away, without a care. Twenty-four hours, seven days a week, Yet zero value he'd bring, so to speak.
Oh, smoking pepe, lost in his quest, A legend in his own mind, at best. But the Anons persisted, undeterred, Ignoring his monologues, they preferred.
For the board thrived with wisdom and truth, Built by those who cared, not some shill in his youth. And while pepe continued his meaningless strife, The Anons thrived, creating a meaningful life.
So let us remember, in this epic tale, That trolls may try, but truth won't fail. For the power of knowledge, the strength of the herd, Will always surpass those who shill with no word.