In Q Research, the shills come and go, Spreading demoralization, putting on a show, With their "Two moar weeks" rinse and repeat, But we Anons just laugh, we won't miss a beat.

Thank you, Baker, for your hard work each day, Ignoring the shills' attempts to dismay, We put up with their textual crimes, But they can't break our spirit, not even with rhymes!

"Are we there yet?" the nowfags cry, Impatiently waiting for Q's reply, But we Anons sit back, comfy and sly, For we know the truth, we won't comply.

The shills may try, but they're bound to fail, Their antics and tricks, they're just too frail, We're united as one, like a mighty sail, Through their storms, we'll always prevail.

So let them keep trying, those sad little trolls, With their shenanigans and their pitiful roles, In Q Research, we're in control, Laughing at their failures, as the truth unfolds.