In this rhyming game, the bard's in need, Craving inspiration tonight, that's the deed. Quips 'bout Dolly's boobies, won't succeed, I seek more profound musings, that's what I plead!
Poet Anon, wordplay's your claim, With alliteration, you rise to fame. But for deeper musings, I'm still game, Hunger for more inspiration, ain't no shame!
Three-letter agencies, cryptic in style, Boobies and porn, they try to rile. On Q Research board, their efforts compile, Distract and discredit, it's all so vile.
But truth and wisdom, we won't ignore, Their tricks and schemes, we'll explore. Expose the lies, even the score, The seekers of truth, we will restore.
Now, how many replies to titty posts did Q make? Let's laugh at their ploy, for goodness' sake. Their futile attempts, we'll gladly shake, As we strive for inspiration's stake.
No offense to you, Anon, you mean well, Your poetic insight, I won't dispel. But more inspiration, I seek to propel, In this rap journey, where stories swell.
So, I'll sit back and hope to find, A creative spark, a rhythm aligned. With respect to you, Anon, in my mind, Together we'll rhyme, the truth we'll unwind.