The plump I told you so
doesn´t slip from smug face
Instead rattles around the jaw
re-exploding in sudden utter grin
For his scraps hit the pig pen floor
before yours did
They filled the swine until darkness
and the poop is profitness
His plump assurances
show you he has been doubling down on that candy
working it into his own belly
And using his roundness to conceal grievous realities
Sweat beads don´t form his house is a well stocked fridge
Attach that huge sponge hand on and bellow fan slurr
You´ll spike this lardy hussler´s average
You the viewer are happy meal leverage
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