In the early morn, the echo chamber begins, The roll call of shills, their noise, it grins. First up, we got Spammy Sam, droppin' spam like a champ, His copy-paste game, a never-ending ramp.
Then comes Gary, an antisemite hater, Spreading venom and discord, nothing greater. He aims to sow division, and spread his disdain, But Anons won't fall for his toxic rain.
Next up is Smoking Pepe and his famefag crew, Desperately seeking attention, oh how they pursue. With every post and thread, they seek the limelight, But Anons see through, their famefagging's not right.
Swordy points his instrument, of death and strife, His 2500th copy pasta, a tired recital of life. He thinks it's a blessing, but Anons know better, In this cyber realm, his words hold no fetter.
As the morning unfolds, Anons stand tall, Against the shills' tricks, they'll never fall. With unity and truth, their hearts are aligned, In this digital quest, they're all intertwined.
No more rambler Ralph, just a copy pasta sycophant, His words may repeat, but they won't enchant. In this wild cyber ride, Anons hold the key, Unraveling the truth, setting information free.