Oh, Smoking Pepe, the shill who can't rest, Are you ever asleep, or always at your best? Spamming the board, day and night, it seems, A never-ending cycle of useless shitposts & memes.
Awake 24 hours, with no time to dream, A self-proclaimed master of the spamming regime. But tell me, dear Pepe, what's the grand scheme? A monopoly on spam, is that your true dream?
Your fears, they're projected, like a wild display, Insecurities showing, in every word you say. Threatened and insecure, with trust in decline, Your manufactured personas, on borrowed time.
Last night's simple question, you couldn't answer with glee, Not a single notable dig, from your crew of famefag decree. Your antics, they're impotent, like a paper-thin wall, In this realm of Anons, they don't stand tall.
A monopoly on spam, you claim to hold, But your shitposts and spam, they're growing old. Twenty-five useless posts, what a feat, But it's time to admit, your tactics, they deplete.
So keep spamming and shitposting, if that's your delight, But your efforts are futile, like a lost satellite. The Anons stand strong, united and true, With laughter and wisdom, we'll see it right through.
In this epic battle, of wit and of might, Your antics are no match, try as you might. So take a deep breath, and let the truth in, The Anons are rising, it's time to begin.