Dumpster Diving for Your Love – Canto X
In Redding's grasp, feasts and fates align,
John Johnson, oft ill from countless potlucks' dire fare,
Found himself under a new design,
By Morgan's hand, to warmer climates bare.
Los Angeles, CA, where sun and sea entwine,
To work subterfuge, with child, Lily, a pair.
As envoys sent, with veiled mission their aim,
To influence "Death Awaits!", those of dubious claims.
The journey south, with hopes of health regained,
Led John and Lily to continental edge.
Using Q's coffers, their new life unrestrained,
Surfing every day from across the sandy ledge.
For Lily, fencing skills John paid to obtain.
A promise to protect, his sacred pledge.
Tacos Los Palomos, their feast of choice,
In these small joys, did John rejoice.
Yet, beneath the sun, and laughter's sheen,
Lurked the weight of a mission unclear.
"Death Awaits!" influencers are by the world seen.
A world of wellness, yet to John, a sphere
Of mystery, where truths and lies convene.
His role, to sway towards Q these giants' ears.
How could he, a simple dumb boy, with stealth
Bear Q's message to this awkward cult of health?
With false names and tales woven tight,
John and Lily venture into a Death Awaits! live stream.
As brother and sister, hawking wellness alight,
A fake healing journey to "Death Awaits!" they bring.
His objective to pepper within the group's might,
All the misinformation found along QANON Way.
Lily shines as the once-ill sister, now cured,
By John's wellness program - their acceptance assured.
With entrance smooth and no seeming missteps,
Bore no hint of suspicion and no questions asked.
John's aim, through deceit, to inject
QANON's lore, behind wellness so masked.
Unchallenged now, the job going unchecked,
In this group where health and magic basked.
They began to plant seeds of ideas to sway,
Amongst the open initiates of "Death Awaits!"
Thus, under glow of LA's constant sun,
John Johnson sits at a new crossroads.
With Lily, his dubious journey begun,
Now here with the influencers and their unknown codes.
A sleeper agent for Q, what had he done?
Act some tacos while tapestries of false wellness he sewed.
The mission obscured along paths unknown,
As he makes his toward the High Wellness Throne.