Jabberwocky.

"Jabberwocky!" cried the MC The entire crowd erupted in cheers. "Jabberwocky! Jabberwocky!" No one knew what this word meant. Well, maybe some of those fancy wordpress chairs knew it was from a poem or something, but one cool knew. It was just a funny word, a feel, a fibe, a cry of rebellion against Ben Pace's oppressive dictatorship of wordhaven. The people took to the streets, chanting "Jabberwocky, Jabberwocky, Jabberwocky!" The knocked over mailboxes, lit fires, and blocked traffic. Fueled by excessive amounts of Huel (with just a dash of Gork), the party soon spread over the entire East Bay. It became known as the great Jabberwocky rager of 4/20, except that it stretched on for an entire week of Jabberwocky word-filled mayhem. The governor of California declared a state of emergency and sent in police. But the police were helpless to do anything, the party was just too cool and they got sucked into it as well. They joined in with the strippers wearing sexy police uniforms and no one could tell which was which anymore. Mayhem, pandemonia, and chaos descended on the entire region of Northern California. Eventually we realized that we might have gotten a little out of control. We had gone mad with Jabberwocky power. Someone needed to save the day. And the only who could do it was a poem armed with a vorpal sword. "Snick Snack" the party ended.