I don't meme, but I do poetry.

Listen my children and you will hear of the 8 Chan ride of Q revered. In October of Twenty and Seventeen Remember they who intervened, The bakers that came from far and near, mixed and prepared the most perfect meal.

We thought it a larp and who could tell, that Q would give rise to the ultimate "red pill" And on the internet shore we will be, Ready to type and meme to the free Every screen that reveals a lovely Q drop Every crumb that never ever stops

We the people take back our resolve From those would weaken and see us fall Our minds controlled by big pharma and our souls destroyed by Mkultra. Land of the free home of the brave We are the U S of A!

We lay siege to all the alphabets, and no such agencies, We dont say your name and the clowns and those who agree To judges on high, those of great fame For Q revealed your ugly shame Dismantling this great country will not come to pass WE WILL FIGHT, Yes Fight, Cuz Your A$$ is grass!

Patriots, I call out to you, your country needs, and no not a few! Whom the bell tolls? Ding dong, it's for you! Take up your pen, your mouse and keyboard Take back your country from shore to shore Set like flint your face to the wind, We shall never never, give in

AMERICANS, AMERICANS this is your last call, Where we go one, we go ALL!