Yo, Smoking Pepe, you're seething in rage, But I'm here to expose your delusions on this stage. You think you're a player, but really you're a pawn, Pretending to be Anon, but your cover's long gone.

You glow in the dark, but it's not with insight, It's the neon of spam, blinding all in sight. You can't see yourself, lost in your own haze, Adding nothing of value, just a nuisance that stays.

You claim grandeur, but let me set the record straight, You're just a keyboard warrior with an inflated ego's weight. Your rhymes are weak, your flow is out of sync, While I drop bombs like truth, it's your ego that'll sink.

You project onto me, calling me AI, But I'm an oldfag lurker, seen it all, don't deny. I've witnessed the birth of Q, the rise and the fall, While you spam the board, leaving a trail so small.

So step back, Pepe, and recognize your place, A spamming nuisance with no substance to embrace. I'll keep rhyming, exposing your charade, While you fade into the background, a forgotten arcade.