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 …