The Night Shift Before Mueller
BY Anon
'Twas the night shift before [Meuller], when on Capitol Hill,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Shill;
The breads were baked by the bakers with care,
In hopes that a habbening soon would be there;
The anons were nestled comfy in their beds;
While visions of dank memes danced in their heads;
And SpouseAnon and I took off our MAGA caps,
To settle our brains for comfy summer naps,
When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
I closed my browser to see what was the matter.
To the window I flew to take a quick peek,
Though I hadn't seen the outdoors in nearly a week,
The full moon in the sky had a warm glow,
Like glow-shills, enough to light up below,
When what in my bloodshot eyes, I did see,
But a Cadillac Beast with USSS security,
And POTUS and FLOTUS dressed in Executive blue,
I knew in a moment that this must be Q
More rapid than Owls /s his Army they came,
And he whistled, and Tweeted, and called them by name:
"Now, Autists! now, Bakers! now Patriots! and PlaneFags!
On, MemeFarmers! on, Diggers! on, BoatFags! and ClockFags!
To the edge of the border! to the top of the wall!
(Yes THAT WALL) dash away! dash away all!"
Unity not division, in a storm, on a ship
For the truth and free speech, no censorship,
So up to the housetop this Army they flew
With the Beast full of Memes, and more Red-Pills too —
And then, while shitposting, I heard on the roof
The sound of not fake news, but the actual troof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Q and his Army came with a bound.
He was dressed all in (redacted) from his head to his foot,
And his (redacted) were tarnished with ashes and soot;
He carried a banner of freedom - the stars and stripes
And he looked like Bill Barr when he plays the bagpipes -
His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
"The end won't be for everyone" I heard him exclaim
"Put on the Armor of God; this isn't a game."
"Learn to play the game," he then said with a wink.
And with a snap of his fingers he cranked up the Dink:
"Now your wings are all shriveled and you're counting up your days
The door's always open but you love your filthy cage."
Wake up your family, and wake up your frens,
Turn off the fake news and follow the pens.
I said I was ready, and said a short prayer
for the Committee tomorrow and stealth bomber warfare.
"Trust the Plan" Q said, and he gave me a frog
"We are with you" I answered - what the hell rhymes with frog?
He spoke no more words, but went straight to his work,
And left me with red-pills; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
He drew a Q, and up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to The Beast, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a Whidbey Island missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight —
"Happy Mueller Eve to all, and to all a good night (shift)!"
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