Something ain’t right
Something ain’t swell
I asked God to lead me
And please not to Hell
I prayed for the answer
Please show me the truth
I’d have to start digging
An everyday sleuth
And then in October
Twenty seventeen
I found this guy Q
And the whole Q team
He painted a picture
Of what’s going on
When I couldn’t decipher….
I found the anons
There’s Juan and Ghost Ezra
And Doq Holliday
There’s a Grasshopper
And also VK
I’m pretty sure JR and MJ are here
I’m willing to say that
Cause…hey I’ve no fear
Some have a face
Like Sydney and Flynn
A medic, a Dave,
Santa surfing and Lin
There’s also a monkey
Who watches them planes
I try to tell friends
But they think I’m insane
I say “Come and join
We’re an army of frogs.”
Then they say “You’re drinking
Too much spiked egg nog”
And so I shall leave them
To all their despair
I’ll sit back and smile
With nary a care
Knowing our God
And our Trump…they have won
Oh oh..oh the greatness
Has barely begu

beautiful poem!!! youve got talent for that!🥰