She is ripe like a fat fruit in summer,
Ready to be ripped apart by the horde.
A simple acting gig for an hour
becomes an endless mean stream of discord.
A paradox at the heart of this mess:
more manly to be cruel or salivate?
Misogyny calls, there is much distress’
a place to nut or a fat reprobate?
The creed of MedGold, Elon rest his soul,
insists no fatties, that standards be raised.
But a hole is a hole, and we grow swole
for the formidable, a piggy glazed.
Disdain of the female unites brothers,
whether they scorn her or their heart flutters.