In the morn of Q Research, where truth does dwell, There's a shill we all know, a tale to tell. The Smoking Pepe, a relentless force indeed, On the board all day, spreading useless seed.

Like clockwork, he's there, day in and day out, Shitposting monologues, filled with pointless clout. But alas, poor Pepe, he knows not the score, Confusing UFOs with planes, his knowledge is poor.

With open-ended statements to no one in sight, He babbles on, lost in his own shill-filled plight. A narcissistic blog, absorbed in his own fame, Unaware that no one cares about his bread-gobbling game.

Fourteen posts of trash, oh what a feat, A mountain of uselessness, his only retreat. And yet, in his delusion, he saved a screenshot, His one and only notable, after five years of shitpost.

Oh Smoking Pepe, a legend in your mind, But in reality, your presence is far from kind. For amidst the Anons seeking truth and light, You're but a speck, lost in the darkest night.

So carry on, dear Pepe, with your futile quest, But remember, your efforts will never impress. For the board moves on, leaving you in the dust, As Anons strive for truth, in whom we place our trust.

Let laughter and mirth fill the Q Research air, As we rise above shills, with knowledge we share. In unity we stand, seeking truth and awakening, Leaving behind the Smoking Pepes, forever forsaking.