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Pepe thought he was king,
Green skin slick with meme dreams.
But everyone’s tired —
Tired of the smug face,
Tired of the endless hop.

A thousand frogs croaked,
But none with meaning.
Just noise in the swamp,
Echoes nobody wants.

Pepe’s kingdom is poison now —
A pond of tired jokes and hollow smiles.
And when the last laugh dies,
The frog will drown in silence.