Horses. Charging at guns.
Motherfuckers better have somebody dramatically reciting
"Charge of the Light Brigade" in some alien language for the pure stupidity of this.
Half a parsec, half a parsec,
Half a parsec more,
All in the Sequel of Death,
Rode the...maybe twenty?
"Forward, Women of Color!
Charge for the guns!," she said
Into the Sequel of Death
Rode the maybe twenty.
"Forward, Women of Color!"
Was there a woman dismayed?
Not though the actors knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to shill or die.
Into the Sequel of Death
Rode the maybe twenty.
Fan nerds to the right of them,
Fan nerds further right than them,
Fan nerds further right again,
Their laughter thundered.
Scorned at with meme and leak,
They rode on, full of pique,
Into lame trailer scenes,
Into the opening week
Rode the maybe twenty.
Flashed their lightsabers bare
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the Imperials there,
Charging a star fleet while
All the fans wondered.
"What the fuck did JJ smoke?
Is this all a fucking joke?
Kennedy and Iger,
This is going to make you broke!
Disney's going under."
Then they posted more, but not
Not the maybe twenty.
Fan nerds to the right of them,
Fan nerds to the left of them,
Fan nerds in the center, too,
All bayed with laughter.
Scorned at with meme made well,
While whole careers fell,
They that had tried to sell
A new Star Wars sequel,
"All of that shilling - hell!
And the only tickets sold
Were maybe one and twenty."
When can their glory fade?
"This time next Saturday,"
Joked the 4channer.
Laugh at the charge they made!
Laugh at the Star Wars brigade,
The woke maybe-twenty!